Of course, if she coated her greatsword with spiritual power, its destructive force would multiply. The Adventurers around her were doing the same with fighting spirit, channeling it into their Fists, toes, and weapons. Every strike dealt the Demon Beasts agonizing damage.
The fighting spirit Ye Chuqi channeled into her greatsword made almost no difference. But only she knew how hard it was for her to manage even that. Most of her attention went toward suppressing the excited spiritual power inside her. Those little troublemakers should have stayed in her meridians and helped heal her wounds. Why were they so eager to fight the moment she entered battle?
Ye Chuqi clicked her tongue and focused harder, drawing out what little fighting spirit she had bit by bit until she grew more accustomed to it. Her poor affinity with fighting spirit wasn't its fault. It wasn't spiritual power's fault either. The problem lay with her.
Ye Chuqi narrowed her eyes. The fighting spirit coating her greatsword grew denser, and sharp Sword Aura seemed ready to burst free of the blade at any moment.
She thrust again. Unlike her heavy cleaving blows, this strike sent Sword Aura and fighting spirit straight through a low-rank Demon Beast's skull. The beast didn't even seem to realize its head had been pierced. It ran a long way before crashing to the ground, gouging a deep trail in the earth and kicking up a great cloud of dust.
For an instant, the air seemed to freeze. Even the running Demon Beasts appeared to pause, as though someone had held a frame still. Then they carried on as if nothing had happened.
Ye Chuqi hadn't expected the strike to work so well. It had consumed almost all her fighting spirit, but she could already feel it recovering