When the first surge of Soul Power poured into Tang San's body, his meridians felt as if they had been scalded with hot water.
Then came a second surge, and a third.
The seven of them had different Soul Power attributes. Dai Mubai's was fierce, Xiao Wu's nimble, Zhu Zhuqing's cold, and Ma Hongjun's blazing hot. Crammed directly into one person, they would tear his meridians to pieces in an instant.
The Soul Power in Oscar's Food provided a buffer.
Ning Rongrong stood at the center of the entire chain, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda hovering before her as her ten fingers moved without pause. She tempered the forces that were too sharp, strengthened those best suited to Tang San, then sent the Soul Power along the Blue Silver Grass into the Red Mist.
The pagoda's nine glazed tiers lit up one after another.
Ning Rongrong's face rapidly turned pale, but her gaze remained astonishingly steady.
"Mubai, half a measure less!"
"Fatty, ease up on the fire!"
"Xiao Wu, take it for three breaths!"
She was no longer the little princess who could only stand at the back and call out the names of her Soul Skills.
At that moment, she saw it all clearly: who needed to give a little more, who needed to give a little less, and which strand of Blue Silver Grass was about to give way.
At the edge of the arena, Ning Fengzhi slowly sat up straight.
"Rongrong has grown up."
Standing behind him, Chen Xin glanced at Bai Jin. "Someone's fists beat that growth into her."
Bai Jin finished the last sip of his juice and waved a hand with great modesty. "No need to praise me so directly. I'll get a big head."
Chen Xin's face was expressionless. "I wasn't praising