Su Ningxia stood among the crowd, her gaze fixed on Zhu Wuneng, and could not help marveling inwardly.
They were both followers, and both fought opponents above their own level. Yet even against a Soul Master with the seventh-rank martial soul Dark Demon Tiger, she had needed to unleash her ultimate trump card and had nearly injured her meridians.
Yet Zhu Wuneng had easily suppressed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon with ordinary attacks, relying solely on his inherited martial arts. She could not help feeling inferior.
Xiao Yi, who had remained silent, gently patted Su Ningxia's shoulder to comfort her.
Ji Boda exclaimed admiringly, "I never imagined Brother Wuneng could suppress the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon like this. What an extraordinary fellow!"
Chen Xiaojun explained, "Since Little Wuneng first ventured out, he's survived countless life-and-death battles. Yu Zhengjun, on the other hand, has only fought in Soul Fighting matches. There's an enormous gulf between their combat experience."
Liu Ruyan asked curiously, "Young Master, is Wuneng using a breathing technique too? The Flame Breathing Technique?"
Chen Xiaojun nodded. "More or less. It's called the Flame Breathing Technique, and there's far more to Little Wuneng's inheritance than this."
Xixi, who had been putting on a dignified air all this time, looked at Zhu Wuneng a short distance away. In a rare moment of speech, she parted her crimson lips. "Little Wuneng really is strong."
She did have some admiration for Zhu Wuneng. After all, they had been teammates for some time, and she knew he belonged to that tiny handful at the very top among their peers.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaojun could not resist teasing her. "Xixi, stop praising him. Look at him-he's practically sprouting a tail to wag."
As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Zhu Wuneng for a moment before