There was one thing Chen Ping had never understood.
Just how did Tool Soul Masters manage to fare so poorly that they were generally inferior to Beast Soul Masters before level seventy, and could only barely fight them to a draw once both had their Martial Soul Avatars?
Chen Ping did not deny that the surge in physical prowess Beast Martial Soul Masters gained through Martial Soul Possession gave them a certain advantage over Tool Soul Masters, who could not undergo Martial Soul Possession.
After all, in a pure contest of stats and trading blows, even if Tool Martial Soul Masters strained with every ounce of strength they had used to suckle milk, the gap between them and Beast Martial Soul Masters was very real.
But Chen Ping had given it some thought. Wasn't the whole logic of Soul Fighting-throwing out every Soul Skill and letting whoever remained standing win-flawed from the outset?
Humans on Blue Star had no Martial Souls either, yet hadn't they started by killing giant elephants and rhinoceroses that easily weighed several tons, then worked their way down to smaller and smaller prey?
Did you think their prey got smaller because humans got worse at killing?
It was because they had killed off the big ones and could only hunt down the little ones.
In the end, even killing the little ones could no longer fill their bellies, forcing them all to change classes to farmers.
Given that, calling them born stars of calamity and earth-forged gods of slaughter wasn't going too far, was it?
And wasn't their ability to accomplish all that the handiwork of humanity's vast array of weapons?
Then someone suddenly told Chen Ping that Beast Martial Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent were stronger than Tool Soul Masters of the same level,