"Qinghan, you still held back. I remember this move of yours aimed to shatter its target outright. Ma Hongjun couldn't have withstood that," Dai Mubai remarked.
"I couldn't actually strike to kill. Teaching him a little lesson was enough." As she spoke, Liu Qinghan put away her Azure Dragon Sword and said to Dai Mubai, "Whatever the case, I lost this match."
"Wait, Qinghan, why haven't I seen you use your second skill? If your first skill is already this powerful, your second skill might well-"
Liu Qinghan interrupted Dai Mubai. "Brother Dai, prying into other people's secrets isn't a good thing."
With that, she walked out of the sparring area.
"Ahem, in that case, Boss Dai, I won't hold back." Oscar walked up, rubbing his hands together.
"...I can't beat you right now. I concede." Dai Mubai knew perfectly well that Oscar must have secretly recorded all his skills while he was using them just now, updating the information he had on him.
That meant he would be facing a version of himself with all his new skills, only with a Soul Power cap of rank thirty-five. And if there was anything Oscar had no shortage of, it was ways to replenish Soul Power. He might even be able to unleash the six-thousand-year fourth Soul Skill outright. Fighting any further would probably just be torture.
"All right, I'll go find Fatty, then." Oscar didn't mind. He gave Ning Rongrong a look, and she immediately understood, giving him a flight skill. He then rushed out and soon brought back Ma Hongjun, who looked like a dead dog. He fed him two sausages and roused him.
Dai Mubai sat down cross-legged and began healing his injuries. The others all returned as well and began regulating their breathing.
Seeing that everyone had