Even without using their Martial Souls, Soul Masters had bodies far stronger than those of ordinary people. As such, on the battlefield, they generally used weapons and fought with their superhuman physical abilities.
This allowed them to conserve most of their Soul Power. Otherwise, if they activated Martial Soul Possession and fought at full strength from the outset, they would expend too much Soul Power killing rank-and-file soldiers. Then, even a Soul Master normally weaker than them might very well kill them.
With a furious roar, Zhao Yuan instantly activated Martial Soul Possession. His Martial Soul was a massive blue-and-white ape called the Blue Lightning Ape. Six Soul Rings appeared around him-yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black-radiating an astonishing aura.
"Fifth Soul Skill-Thunderfall Fist!"
Then, with a shout, he swung both arms with all his might, sending his fists raining down on Bibi Dong.
"Thunderfall Fist? Without those tiny flickers of lightning on your fists, this would be no different from an ordinary person flailing about without rhyme or reason."
Moving with profound, intricate footwork, Bibi Dong's figure seemed like a phantom as she strolled effortlessly through the sky-filling barrage of fists. Not only did none of them strike her, she even had the leisure to talk.
Zhao Yuan said nothing and simply kept throwing punches. His fists pierced the air and came whistling toward her, faster and faster, denser and denser, more and more urgent.
Yet Bibi Dong remained perfectly at ease within the barrage. Her occasional taunts only fanned the flames of Zhao Yuan's anger.
"Hmm? You're drawing in the air by exerting force in a spiral, creating a vortex-like force field to restrain your enemy?"
"Unfortunately, it takes so long to activate, and its force is so weak, that it really amounts to nothing but a waste