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The area she covered now was twice what it had been back on Zhongnan Mountain.
Wang Wei was so stunned that he even forgot to drink his "Bing Huo in Two Heavens."
Zhuo Qianren nearly snapped his beard hairs off between his fingers. "Old Zhuang, could you manage this kind of range?" he asked gravely.
Zhuang Mocheng shook his head and pondered for a moment. "I couldn't. At most, I can control two hundred by one hundred meters, or a hundred and fifty by a hundred and fifty-half the field. And that's assuming someone is helping me."
"Otherwise, I couldn't control such a large area either. My normal effective range is only a hundred by a hundred meters."
Wang Wei sounded rather amused. "So even you can't match her."
Zhuang Mocheng ignored him.
There was no way Xiao Yi was stronger than Zhuang Mocheng. Range was only one measure of control. Combat strength depended on many other factors: martial soul strength, soul power level, soul skill potency, attack accuracy, attack speed, and so on.
Chen Xiaojun interjected, "Elder Zhuang, Xiao Yi just has a slightly larger range. Her control isn't all that precise yet."
Zhuang Mocheng shot him a glare. "Go ahead and gloat. Being able to control such a vast area is already a blessing from heaven. You want precision too? Dream on."
"Judging by this, Xiao Yi's upper soul nest must already have opened. Where else would she get such tremendous mental power?"
Chen Xiaojun chuckled and agreed. "Yes."
Zhuo Qianren's eyes suddenly grew as sharp as an eagle's, a shifting array of colors flashing within them.
"No," he said gravely. "Xiao Yi doesn't seem to have reached her limit yet. At least, I haven't seen her sweat."
Chen Xiaojun silently considered it.