Soon, the two closed to within twenty meters.
"Second soul skill, Double Wolf Body Enhancement! Third soul skill, Stormeind Wings!" Behind Feng Xiaotian appeared the phantom of a two-headed wolf, while storm-forged wings spread from his shoulders. The moment his Martial Soul Possession completed, he boosted himself, then took to the skies.
"Mysterious Jade Hand!" Tang San's hands turned jade-like, waiting for Feng Xiaotian to strike.
A Soul Master's soul power was limited. Feng Xiaotian had already released two skills, his reserves partially spent. Flight alone also demanded constant consumption. The longer the battle dragged on, the more favorable it would be for Tang San. He didn't need to rush. If Feng Xiaotian released his first soul skill, Wind Blade, Tang San believed his Mysterious Jade Hand alone could block it—saving soul power.
But then Feng Xiaotian ascended overhead, folding his wings parallel to his arms, before suddenly diving down.
In an instant, he closed to thirty meters—within Tang San's vine attack range.
"First soul skill, Bind!" Tang San clapped his hands, Blue Silver Grass vines surging upward. But instead of tangling, they rose in polygonal formation, spearing upward together.
"Blue Silver—Piercing Array!"
"Demonic Wolf Storm!" Feng Xiaotian showed no fear. His wings folded around his arms, enclosing his body into a conical form. Spinning rapidly, driven by gravity and wind pressure, he transformed into a tornado drill, spiraling down.
"Feng Xiaotian has improved again." Yang Yunhai praised.
Before their eyes, the conical tornado clashed with the Blue Silver Grass. The high-speed spin and crushing wind pressure shredded the vines like an industrial drill, enhanced by the momentum of his dive. Vines were flung aside, twisted, and pulverized.
"With this speed and wind pressure, Tang San's fourth soul skill, Blue Silver Poison Fog, would be useless. Even his vine-thorn projectiles would be restricted." Meng Shenshou nodded in admiration. Clearly, Feng Xiaotian had studied Tang San in advance.
Poison and thorns were meaningless if they never touched the body.
"Damn!" Tang San gritted his teeth, dodging instinctively, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track carrying him away.
But Feng Xiaotian descended too fast. Even if Tang San wanted to summon the Eight Spider Lances, there was no time. And even if he could, could they stop such force? He didn't dare to bet. Still, as he retreated, the Eight Spider Lances unfurled.
Boom!
The tornado slammed into the ground, wind howling.
"Pity, his control isn't refined enough. If Feng Xiaotian could stop mid-air before hitting, he could seamlessly chain into another strike. Tang San would have no chance." Yang Yunhai shook his head.
Boom!
As Feng Xiaotian landed, his wings burst open, releasing the pent-up gale.
The violent wind caught Tang San, who had just dodged but hadn't fled far, and lifted him bodily into the air.
"Beautiful!" Yang Yunhai's eyes lit up. Feng Xiaotian had recognized his flaw and cleverly used wind's natural knockback to make up for it—an improvised two-stage combo.
"First soul skill, Wind Blade Burst!" Feng Xiaotian seized the chance, hurling ten wind blades. He skimmed low along the ground, angling his body sideways, a wing slicing downward.
"What seamless flow!" Students gasped in awe.
Only Shrek Academy looked grim, anxiety in their eyes.
Ning Rongrong aside—she was only shocked.
It hadn't been long, yet Feng Xiaotian had improved again.
'Could this be… heartbreak makes you stronger?' Yang Yunhai mused.
From past events, it seemed Huo Wu had used Feng Xiaotian as a shield, saying if he could beat Yang Yunhai, she'd date him. He challenged Yang Yunhai and lost. Likely, he had given up on her.
Had he turned grief into strength? Or found sudden clarity after letting go?
"Damn!" Tang San seethed. He was actually being suppressed. But he had no time to dwell.
Still airborne, unable to brace, he curled his Eight Spider Lances in defense. His third soul ring lit, blue light gathering in his palm.
Bang, Bang, Bang!
Ten wind blades slashed from every angle, striking the Eight Spider Lances. The damage wasn't great, but the buffeting wind pressure made stabilizing impossible, tossing him repeatedly.
Feng Xiaotian's tactic was clear: accelerate with a tornado spin, negate vines and poison, knock Tang San airborne with wind shockwaves, then pelt him with wind blades, chaining hits with superior speed.
A sly, even cowardly strategy—no courage for direct combat!
But Tang San's hands never stopped. Blue light flared, vines shooting skyward.
"Demonic Wolf Storm!" Feng Xiaotian spun again, forming another tornado drill.
Bang, Bang, Bang!
The vines snapped and splintered, shredded to dust.
"Damn!" Tang San withdrew the Blue Silver Grass and summoned the Clear Sky Hammer, bracing. The Eight Spider Lances thrust forward, but Feng Xiaotian's drill was too fast.
Boom!
It struck the hammer's shaft, impact rattling Tang San violently.
Wind blasted out, dust billowing. Tang San was flung skyward, his body thrown on an upward diagonal.
From below, Feng Xiaotian followed, his arms with wings raised.
"Gale Demonic Wolf, Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!"
Tang San, body aching and airborne, barely raised the Clear Sky Hammer—
Boom!
A wind-laced wing slashed him, sending his body tilting.
"Second strike!" Feng Xiaotian curved around, diving again.
Boom!
The strike hit his back, a blind spot to the Eight Spider Lances. His clothes ripped, skin bleeding, body flung forward.
"Ugh!" Tang San finally groaned, blood spilling from his lips.
"Can't let him recover!" Feng Xiaotian's eyes sharpened. If Tang San touched ground, who knew what trick he'd pull? He dove again without hesitation.
Bang, Bang, Bang!
Strike after strike pummeled Tang San midair. He was knocked about helplessly, unable to land.
"Brother San!" Xiao Wu's eyes welled as she watched. "Teacher, call it off! Please!" she begged Yu Xiaogang.
She knew Tang San had no chance to counter.
Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, but still raised his hand. "We surrender!" he shouted.
"No—I haven't lost yet!" Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse.
'You don't want to surrender? I do.' Feng Xiaotian wasn't about to drag it out. Tang San's body was already numb, his defense sluggish. He spun into another dive.
His clawed hand became a palm, chopping down on Tang San's shoulder. Tang San barely twisted aside—
Boom!
Pain seared his skull, his vision went black, and he plummeted.
Crash!
He slammed into the ground, motionless.
"A Twin Martial Soul? So what?" someone muttered from the stands.
"He's younger than Feng Xiaotian—just too green." Another offered sympathy.
"But what about Yang Yunhai!?"
"…."
Feng Xiaotian landed lightly, glancing at the downed Tang San. He had only used his first, second, and third soul skills once each. The rest was pure mastery of his Martial Soul. His soul power consumption was low—he could still fight.
He had learned from his duel with Yang Yunhai that his self-created soul skill devoured too much power. This time, he didn't use his fourth skill, conserving energy. Against Yang Yunhai, he'd need it—but Tang San's vines weren't strong enough to force it.
The gap between Tang San and Yang Yunhai was glaring.
Landing, Feng Xiaotian immediately sat to recover soul power.
Flender rushed in, carrying Tang San off.
Next up was Ma Hongjun, looking nervous. He had been meant to follow up on an exhausted opponent, but Tang San hadn't felled anyone, and Feng Xiaotian wasn't nearly as drained.
Feng Xiaotian understood. 'He's here to clean up and consume me.' He smirked and remained still, meditating.
"You dare ignore me!?" Ma Hongjun fumed, striding forward. "Second soul skill, Bathing Fire Phoenix! Third soul skill, Phoenix Soaring Wings!"
Wings of fire spread wide, lifting him skyward. Feng Xiaotian didn't move.
"Damn!" Ma Hongjun cursed inwardly. He realized Feng Xiaotian was baiting him, waiting for him to waste soul power. But on the ground, he was even weaker. He had no choice but to fly closer.
"My Phoenix Fire Line, empowered by my second and third soul skills, has greater strength and range. I'll burn you yet!" he thought, closing in. Then he opened his mouth.
"First soul skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"
"Heh." Feng Xiaotian smirked, sprinting forward beneath him. His wolf Martial Soul made him as fast on the ground as any agility-type Soul Master—and he was a whole realm stronger.
Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line was linear, sprayed from his mouth, slow to adjust, with blind spots. As long as Feng Xiaotian outran his head-turning speed, he could dodge.
"Damn it!" Ma Hongjun realized the trick. He dove lower, chasing close to the ground.
"First soul skill, Phoenix Fire Line!" He breathed fire at ten meters.
Feng Xiaotian smiled, flicking his hand. "First soul skill, Wind Blade Burst!"
Ten blades slashed forward. He sidestepped, running low. In a blink, they were upon Ma Hongjun.
Startled, Ma Hongjun tried to flee, but the wind blades were faster. His back was struck, body flipping through the air.
'That coward?' Feng Xiaotian was surprised. He had expected a head-on clash, where flame and wind could collide and create cover. But instead—
He ran forward, catching Ma Hongjun as he fell. With a swing—
Boom!
He smashed him into the ground.
Twisting his waist, he spun him once—
"Ahhh!" Ma Hongjun screamed in pain, before crashing again.
His mind blanked. He fainted.
'Heavy guy.' Feng Xiaotian muttered, tossing him aside.
Ma Hongjun rolled, skidding across the floor. Wetness spread beneath him.
'Good thing I threw him fast.' Feng Xiaotian cringed inwardly.
"Ew, he peed!" groans echoed from the crowd.
Flender's face flushed. He rushed in, carrying him off.
"Captain's amazing!" Godwind Academy cheered.
"Damn!" Xiao Wu bit her lip, eyes blazing, stepping into the arena.
Feng Xiaotian frowned. Her Charm soul skill worried him. Better safe than sorry. As she took her place, he spread his wings again. "Third soul skill, Stormeind Wings!" and took flight.
He dove fast, hiding behind his arm.
Xiao Wu glared, dodging, biding her time.
He spun low, suddenly flicking his hand.
"First soul skill, Wind Blade Burst!"
Ten blades fell around her. She vanished in pink light—teleporting.
Startled, Feng Xiaotian spun, wings sweeping a gale around him. He ascended sharply, avoiding her counter.
Thump, thump, thump—
Xiao Wu was blown back, gritting her teeth.
"Just a bit closer!" she cursed inwardly.
"Her teleport is really something," Yang Yunhai noted. If Feng Xiaotian hadn't been wary, she might have landed a hit.
But Feng Xiaotian's face was pale. His soul power was nearly gone.
"No more stalling!" His eyes hardened. "Second soul skill, Double Wolf Body Enhancement!"
His speed surged fifty percent. "Let's see if your teleport lasts longer than my speed!"
He dove. Xiao Wu jumped aside—
Boom!
The ground cracked, the gale throwing her small frame into the air. She teleported, only for Feng Xiaotian to rush in again.
"Damn!" she panted. His speed was too much. She couldn't run, and teleporting drained her fast.
She grit her teeth—her third ring lit. Pink light flashed—appearing right behind him.
But—Pu!
She bounced off a wall of wind. Feng Xiaotian, spinning with eyes closed, snatched her leg.
"I've got you." He muttered, spinning again, slamming her to the ground.
Crash!
Her body jerked in pain, then he dragged her upward, climbing higher.
"Let me go!" Xiao Wu kicked and screamed.
Hiss!
He grabbed her other leg too, holding her firm. 'No way I'm letting you teleport off.'
With both hands gripping her legs, he soared a hundred meters high.
"One more kick, and I'll drop you," his voice was cold.
"…" Xiao Wu glanced down. Her face turned white.
Even if she teleported repeatedly, she couldn't survive a fall from here. She glared at him, fury in her eyes.
"We surrender!" Yu Xiaogang's voice came from below.
Feng Xiaotian finally released her, tossing her aside as he descended safely.
Splat!
Xiao Wu hit the ground hard.
"You—!" She scrambled up, rushing at him.
"Xiao Wu, stop!" Flender shouted.
She froze, recalling the rules. With hatred in her eyes, she turned away.
Feng Xiaotian walked on, exhausted but satisfied. One versus three—not bad.
Meeting his teammate's gaze, he nodded.
The next fighter stepped forward.
Minutes later, silence filled the arena.
Shrek's fourth fighter was Dai Mubai. Godwind sent a Soul Ancestor.
His tactic was simple—blow. Summoning a tornado with his fourth skill, he blasted Dai Mubai clean out of the field.
The rest followed the same method. With Feng Xiaotian having already eliminated three, the six-on-four advantage was decisive. The Godwind team unleashed everything, never landing, never relenting.
One by one, the Shrek fighters were blown out of the arena.
"Godwind Academy wins!"
The referee's cry echoed as Shrek's members glared, constipated and unwilling.
(End of Chapter)
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