Chapter 36. The Millennium Soul Ring (5) Chapter 36 Thousand-Year Soul Ring (5)
Feng Xiaotian rushed over in one stride. The lower half of the Gale Wolf was split open, and the injury was extremely horrifying.
With such an injury, it wouldn't die immediately. If it had been split in two from head to tail, it would have died instantly, and Feng Xiaotian wouldn't have had a chance to end the Gale Wolf's life. In that case, he wouldn't have been able to obtain the soul ring.
Having finally encountered a suitable soul beast, Feng Qingyuan was sure to control it perfectly.
Feng Xiaotian only released a wind blade, which hit the Gale Wolf's head and killed it. Then he sat cross-legged and began to absorb the soul ring.
Since the Gale Wolf had just hunted a soul beast, and the Gale Wolf had died extremely tragically with blood flowing continuously, the bloody aura would easily attract other soul beasts.
Even if the Gale Wolf was dragged away, there would still be a strong bloody aura on it, which would still attract other soul beasts. So he simply absorbed it on the spot.
One person absorbed the soul ring, while the others stood in four directions to prevent other soul beasts from attacking.
Feng Xiaotian understood the urgency of time, and his parents' soul power wasn't at its peak, so they couldn't cultivate as recklessly as before.
The second soul ring he absorbed was equivalent to a level 30 soul ring for others. Although his physical strength was sufficient, caution was still paramount.
From the body of the Gale Wolf, Feng Xiaotian guided the formed purple soul ring, which hovered above his head for a moment before entering his body.
It headed straight for his martial soul, while the third wolf head of his martial soul, the Devouring Wolf, proudly gazed at the purple soul ring, its eyes filled with intense desire.
His Devouring Wolf martial soul had been starved for three years, only absorbing some ten-year-old soul ring energy during that time, far from enough to satisfy its hunger.
Feng Xiaotian was helpless; hunting soul beasts as a level ten soul master seemed somewhat difficult. The third white wolf head desperately wanted to devour the soul ring, but without Feng Xiaotian's control, it couldn't absorb it.
After absorbing this spirit ring and becoming a Great Spirit Master, gaining some self-defense capabilities, he could prepare to hunt spirit beasts over a hundred years old for his martial soul to devour.
Just like the first spirit ring he absorbed, Feng Xiaotian endured its power, constantly impacting his body.
However, this time it was much easier; an hour later, Feng Xiaotian successfully absorbed the spirit ring.
The Gale Wolf's spirit ring was perfectly compatible with his martial soul, being of the same origin, which significantly reduced the absorption difficulty.
Feng Xiaotian felt he had been somewhat conservative; he could have absorbed an even higher spirit ring.
Just as he was about to open his eyes and leave with his parents, the spirit power within his body erupted like a volcano.
The amount of spirit power was enormous, all hidden within him.
Fortunately, he hadn't gotten up yet, otherwise this sudden eruption of spirit power would have caused him some damage.
This spirit power was likely left over from consuming the immortal herb Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass, plus some from absorbing a spirit ring of a higher level.
He had been too hasty and almost harmed himself.
He could only hope his parents could hold on a little longer, because he could sense some soul beasts outside tentatively attacking Feng Qingyuan and the others.
His soul power erupted, and his soul power cultivation level continuously increased.
Level 22 soul power,
level 23 soul power
…
level 25. Even at this level, the amount of soul power didn't seem to decrease.
In less than half an hour, he went directly from level 21 to level 25, the speed of his advancement was like flying.
However, after reaching level 25, Feng Xiaotian began experimenting with controlling and compressing his soul power.
Because the Immortal-grade Nine-Branched Profound Wind Grass had purified his soul power, he had also grasped a method for compressing pure soul power in the process.
Although his level increased, the purity of his soul power decreased considerably.
This allowed for rapid level increases but was detrimental to long-term development.
With his continuous compression of soul power, his level progression began to slow down.
After another half hour, the last wisp of soul power he unleashed was completely exhausted.
Feng Xiaotian's current soul power level had reached 26, and his soul power was extremely pure. The higher the purity, the more powerful his soul skills.
If he hadn't compressed his soul power, reaching at least level 27, or even 28, wouldn't have been a problem. This was
because Feng Xiaotian had absorbed power beyond his level, and combined with the reserves he had accumulated from consuming the Immortal-grade herbs, he was able to achieve such a significant increase in soul power.
He had actually considered it. The Immortal Grade Secret Manual detailed the effects of the Nine-Branched Mystic Wind Grass, praising its superior ability to enhance wind attribute quality and physical strength, but its relatively poor effect on soul power enhancement among all Immortal Grades.
He had initially thought that these two negative attributes would only allow him to advance two or three levels, reaching level twenty-four or twenty-five would be considered good. However, the result was still beyond his expectations.
An Immortal Grade is still an Immortal Grade; even its weakest effect on soul power enhancement was still extraordinary.
Although he was only at level twenty-six, in terms of the purity of his soul power, even a level thirty Soul Master or a newly entered level thirty-one or thirty-two Soul Venerable might not be stronger than him.
After confirming that everything was in order, Feng Xiaotian opened his eyes. Absorbing the Soul Ring and enhancing his soul power cultivation had taken him about two hours.
Several thousand-year-old Soul Beasts lay around him, all intending to attack them.
"Dad, Mom, I've finished absorbing it. We can go now," Feng Xiaotian stood up and said loudly.
After kicking a soul beast in front of him away, Feng Qingyuan said, "This place is not safe to stay for long; we must leave as soon as possible."
The power of a Soul Saint was already terrifying to ordinary thousand-year-old soul beasts. Many thousand-year-old soul beasts around were on high alert, but only a few dared to attack.
They didn't have time to ask Feng Xiaotian about his soul power level or what his soul skills were.
The group left as quickly as possible. Feng Qingyuan's martial soul emanated to clear the way, while Qin Qiuyue, a Soul Emperor, brought up the rear. The soul beasts dared not approach easily.
It was just a pity about the dead soul beasts. It would have been so much better to let the Devouring Wolf devour them, since he had brought the third wolf head with him.
This was the Devouring Demon Wolf, the strongest divine beast he had designed in his game in his previous life. He had only designed a model and set its ability to devour; he hadn't developed the others before transmigrating to the Douluo Continent.
Even now, he didn't know what the third wolf head would become after devouring a large amount of soul beast power.
Feng Xiaotian was filled with anticipation; this could very well be his strongest reliance.
The Fist Blade had only granted him a few skills, not a decisive one.
After absorbing the spirit rings and reaching level twenty-six, he expected to gain a spirit skill on the Fist Blade.
After awakening his martial soul, three skills appeared; absorbing the first spirit ring granted him the secret technique Shadow Clone Attack. However, after absorbing the second spirit ring, no spirit skill appeared.
Feng Xiaotian could only hope that the Fist Blade's spirit skill would appear when he absorbed the next spirit ring.
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1.8times+Chapter 37: The Second Soul Skill and Qian Renxue's Sincerity Chapter 37 The Second Soul Skill and Qian Renxue's Sincerity
That afternoon, at dusk, the five returned to Heaven Dou City.
Upon entering Heaven Dou City, the First Prince, Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue), immediately received the news.
Only four days remained until the Soul Battle against the genius Chris of the Balang family.
The day after returning to the Hummingbird family mansion, Feng Qingyuan began practical combat training for Feng Xiaotian. After all, this Soul Battle might be very dangerous, as his opponent had very rich combat experience, and they had to ensure everything went smoothly.
After absorbing the Soul Ring, Feng Xiaotian's physical strength and Soul Power had both increased, especially his Soul Power, which had increased significantly. This also had an impact on Soul Masters.
Too much increase would reduce a Soul Master's control over their body and Soul Power, requiring them to readjust to the new body and Soul Power.
In the Hummingbird family's private Soul Battle training ground, as a former earl, the Hummingbird family's mansion was very large, and it also had a private training area.
Feng Xiaotian and Feng Qingyuan were engaged in a fierce battle, neither using Soul Skills, but rather ordinary fist and foot attacks.
Even though their punches and kicks were imbued with their respective soul power, Feng Xiaotian's speed and strength were incredibly fast. He held his own against Feng Qingyuan in their exchange, but this was only because Feng Qingyuan wasn't using his full strength.
Gale Wolves generally can only choose one main attack direction: either agility or power. Feng Qingyuan, however, focused on power, which made him slightly slower.
But being a Gale Wolf, even when choosing the power-attack route, his speed was still significantly faster than that of a typical power-attack soul master.
However, Feng Qingyuan, who also controlled his strength at the Great Soul Master level, couldn't gain any advantage against Feng Xiaotian.
"Second Soul Skill, Demon Wolf Possession!" Feng Qingyuan shouted, his body radiating a blue light as two enormous wolf claws appeared on his hands.
Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian also used his newly acquired second soul skill.
"Second Soul Skill, Heavenly Wolf Possession!" Feng Xiaotian roared, his purple soul ring flashing, his entire body emitting a blue light.
His body also underwent noticeable changes. Feng Xiaotian's muscles and bones expanded simultaneously, and his hair turned a pale blue under the enhancement of his soul power.
Even more peculiar was the appearance of a white wolf head on his left shoulder. His hands were also different from Feng Qingyuan's; Feng Qingyuan's Demonic Wolf Possession only produced wolf claws, while Feng Xiaotian held two blue wolf heads.
*Bang!*
A fierce collision occurred, fists and feet clashing, their strength evenly matched.
However, Feng Xiaotian was clearly much faster. If it weren't for Feng Qingyuan's superior combat experience, he might have been defeated by his son long ago.
The more Feng Qingyuan fought, the stranger it seemed. When he and his son used Demonic Wolf Possession simultaneously, the power of his attacks on Feng Xiaotian seemed to decrease.
Under the same conditions, Feng Xiaotian's soul power consumption seemed to be less than his.
In the instant Feng Qingyuan pondered this, Feng Xiaotian threw a punch.
*Whoosh!*
Feng Xiaotian's speed was too fast; Feng Qingyuan could hardly dodge. He had to increase his soul power again, raising both his strength and soul power to the Soul Master level, only then managing to match Feng Xiaotian's attack.
After this attack, both of them withdrew their martial spirits, stopping short of a direct confrontation.
In the morning, Feng Xiaotian had already readjusted his current soul power and body.
"Xiaotian, what happened just now? I felt like you consumed less soul power than I did when using your second soul power, and my attack was even weaker when it hit you," Feng Qingyuan asked curiously.
Feng Xiaotian smiled and said, "Dad, that's the special feature of my second soul skill, thanks to the third white wolf head. When you attack me, it absorbs 5% of the soul power used in your attack, and this soul power is then converted back into my soul power to replenish it. That's why you feel your attack strength is reduced by 5%, while my soul power is restored."
"This soul skill is good. Although it's only 5%, it can increase your own soul power while weakening the opponent's attack. It's very useful for offensive soul masters, and it also increases combat endurance," Feng Qingyuan analyzed.
"Dad, what should we do next?" Feng Xiaotian asked, the practical combat had almost reached this point.
Without hesitation, Feng Qingyuan said, "We're going to the Heaven Dou Grand Soul Arena."
"What for? Are you going to participate in a Soul Battle?" Feng Xiaotian asked, somewhat puzzled. It wasn't time to go to the Grand Soul Arena so early.
Feng Qingyuan nodded and replied, "That's right, we're going to participate in a Soul Battle. In three and a half days, you'll be facing Chris from the Baron family. Chris has already achieved a 49-game winning streak in the Grand Soul Arena, and last week he even defeated a level 32 Soul Master with only level 28 Soul Power. After that battle, he earned a Gold Soul Battle Badge."
"To face Baron Chris, you need to participate in some real Soul Battles. Facing danger is the only way you can improve further."
"Moreover, this morning the First Prince sent someone to communicate with us. You need to participate in Soul Battles within these four days and at least obtain a Silver Soul Battle Badge," Feng Qingyuan said.
"Only three and a half days? Isn't that too rushed?" Feng Xiaotian pondered.
After all, the Shrek Seven Devils also reached the Silver Soul Battle level in just one month.
"Don't worry about that. The Crown Prince has already discussed it with the Grand Soul Arena. If you win twenty consecutive matches, you'll be awarded a Silver Soul Badge. If you defeat Baroncris, you'll be directly promoted to the Gold Soul level, and the Grand Soul Arena will reward you with 10,000 Gold Soul Coins. At the same time, the Crown Prince will also reward you with 100,000 Gold Soul Coins," Feng Qingyuan said again.
100,000 Gold Soul Coins—that's a staggering amount; they didn't even have that much in their entire fortune.
"Okay, I'll go then," Feng Xiaotian agreed after a moment's thought.
Feng Qingyuan then took out a box from his soul tool. Inside was a ginseng-like herb the size of an arm, deep red, as if human blood had been spilled on it.
"This is a thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng given to you by the Crown Prince. It has the effect of quickly restoring blood and stamina. Moreover, he has sent two support-type soul masters to help you for the past four days. One is a level 43 healing-type soul master, and the other is a level 35 support-type food-type soul master who can help you restore your soul power," Feng Qingyuan said, listing all the benefits the Crown Prince had given him in one breath.
Feng Xiaotian understood Qian Renxue's intentions perfectly. It was clear she was trying to win him over and invest in him; winning him over meant winning over his parents, and even if she failed, her losses wouldn't be significant.
However, Feng Xiaotian seemed to have no reason to refuse. Whether for his parents or his mother's Hummingbird Clan, he couldn't refuse.
Offending Dugu Bo, a being about to become a Title Douluo, was a serious concern.
Calculating the timeline, Dugu Bo would advance to Title Douluo in five years, at which point Feng Xiaotian would be fourteen, likely not yet strong enough to contend with a Title Douluo.
He had learned about his parents' fusion technique when he returned. Although their martial souls were somewhat different, their compatibility was around 80%. Combined with their years of accumulated affection and understanding, their martial soul fusion technique was incredibly powerful,
comparable to an 83rd-level Soul Douluo. But even that wasn't enough to defeat Dugu Bo.
If both of them reached the Soul Douluo level, then using their fusion technique against Dugu Bo, now a Title Douluo, would offer them a chance of victory.
His father, Feng Qingyuan, is currently level 75 and could potentially reach Soul Douluo status in five years. As for his mother, Qin Qiuyue, she is currently level 64 Soul Emperor, and reaching Soul Douluo in five years without the right opportunity is absolutely impossible.
Considering all factors, Feng Xiaotian decided to temporarily accept Qian Renxue's offer to protect his family. He had to consider his family's well-being, even if not for himself, but he wouldn't easily agree to join her side.
Feng Xiaotian has been in Douluo Continent for over nine years.
In this world of the strong, he believes there are no absolute villains or heroes, because history is written by the victors, and often the final victors are the heroes, while the losers are the villains of history.
He will maintain a neutral stance, adhering to the principle of "Don't mess with me, or I'll make you pay a thousandfold." Whether it's the Spirit Hall or later Tang San, it's the same for both. No matter who you are, I will repay kindness and fight back without hesitation.
In this life, Feng Xiaotian will live for himself and for his parents who have always silently sacrificed for him.
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1.8times+Chapter 38: The first battle was against a complete idiot. Chapter 38 The First Battle Met a Hammer
The Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng wasn't something Feng Xiaotian needed right now; his recovery skills were far more useful. However, his father insisted on giving it to him, and he couldn't refuse, so he put it in his soul tool.
At noon, he had lunch with the Hummingbird Clan. During this lunchtime, two bombshell announcements arrived, causing an uproar throughout the entire Douluo Continent.
The first was that the Clear Sky Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect had offended the Spirit Hall, leading the Clear Sky Sect to expel Tang Hao from the sect and announce its retirement.
In an instant, all the major forces affiliated with the Clear Sky Sect faced punishment from the Spirit Hall. The Clear Sky Sect's actions were incredibly ruthless.
When they needed you, you were indispensable figures to the Clear Sky Sect; when danger
struck, you were abandoned. The strongest of the three upper sects chose to retire, and the power and structure of the Heaven Dou Empire changed once again.
Although the Clear Sky Sect had gone into seclusion, its lingering influence remained; no one looked down on the Clear Sky Sect.
At the same time, Feng Xiaotian understood that Tang San had already been born into this world, and might already be in Holy Soul Village.
The second piece of news was that the Spirit Hall announced the death of Pope Qian Xunji, with Bibi Dong succeeding him as Pope.
From now on, the Spirit Hall would completely enter the Bibi Dong era.
Feng Xiaotian knew that Qian Renxue's father, Qian Xunji, was probably killed by Bibi Dong. Neither of these women was easy to deal with, and he reminded himself to be careful when dealing with Qian Renxue in the future.
Otherwise, he might be sold out by her and still be counting the money for her.
Both sides were among the most powerful forces in this world, and such turmoil quickly spread between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.
However, for the Hummingbird Clan and Feng Qingyuan, this was just gossip after dinner, and had little to do with them. Even if these two forces were wiped out, it wouldn't matter much.
After lunch, Feng Xiaotian, along with Feng Qingyuan and Qin Qiuyue, headed to the Great Spirit Arena in Heaven Dou City.
Along the way, all sorts of people were talking about the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall.
Feng Xiaotian knew that the preliminary rounds of the Advanced Soul Master Tournament would be held in fifteen years at the Grand Soul Arena of Heaven Dou City, but he had arrived fifteen years early to participate in a regular Soul Battle.
Just as he arrived at the entrance of the Grand Soul Arena, a short-haired man of about fifty years old saw Feng Xiaotian and his companions and immediately stepped forward to greet them.
Feng Xiaotian and the others recognized this short-haired man; he was one of the First Prince Xue Qinghe's subordinates on their first day in Heaven Dou City.
"Hello, my name is Charlie, a level seventy-two Soul Saint, currently an advisor to His Highness the First Prince," Charlie introduced himself.
"Hello, I am Feng Qingyuan, this is my wife Qin Qiuyue, and our son Feng Xiaotian," Feng Qingyuan introduced.
Charlie smiled and looked at Feng Xiaotian, saying, "We should all know each other, why are you dressed like this?"
At this moment, Feng Xiaotian was dressed in more mature clothes, wearing gloves and a silver mask that only revealed his eyes, completely concealing himself.
"I'm sure you all know Xiaotian's age. It's bound to cause a stir if he's this young to participate in the Soul Battle. This disguise avoids a lot of trouble," Feng Qingyuan explained.
At this moment, Feng Xiaotian was already 1.5 meters tall. With this disguise, no one would believe he was a nine-year-old child; at most, he would be a short Soul Master.
"You've thought this through quite thoroughly. I will personally arrange the Soul Battles for these four days. But don't worry, the opponents will gradually increase in strength; there will be absolutely no danger to his life," Charlie said.
Actually, participating in the Soul Battle Arena for four consecutive days, with at least five battles each day, is an extreme test of physical strength and endurance. At the same time, Qian Renxue was also testing Feng Xiaotian's strength after he obtained his Soul Ring.
Over the years, Qian Renxue had received a lot of education, one of which was not to gamble everything on feelings. Feelings can help you, but they can also destroy you.
The Soul Battles would also allow her to figure out Feng Xiaotian's true strength, thus preparing her for the duel with the Second and Third Princes. This was the first time she had to contend with two princes, and her royal struggle began from this moment. She couldn't lose the first battle.
That's why they're investing so much in Feng Xiao; if he wins, he'll be rewarded with 100,000 gold soul coins, a huge sum for any ordinary soul master.
Entering the Grand Soul Arena, Feng Xiaotian felt as if he had stepped into a scene from an anime from his previous life, except that the scene before him seemed much more realistic.
He immediately registered and received an Iron Soul Badge. Above the Iron Soul Badge were Bronze, Silver, and Gold Soul Badges. If he achieved twenty consecutive wins over the next four days, he would receive a Silver Soul Badge.
Charlie arranged five Soul Battles for Feng Xiaotian that day, from afternoon to evening, a total of eight hours, roughly one battle every hour and a half.
The schedule was very tight. Feng Xiaotian also reviewed the information on his five opponents. The opponents on the first day ranged in strength from level 25 to 26.
None of them exceeded his Soul Power level, clearly a deliberate arrangement for him to practice against.
They entered a regular Soul Arena this time; the high-level Soul Arena wasn't for someone new to Soul Battles—those were for those with at least five consecutive wins or higher-level Soul Battles.
Accompanying him were two Soul Masters, the two support-type Soul Masters sent by the First Prince to assist him, as Feng Qingyuan had mentioned.
A level 43 male healing-type Soul Master in his thirties, whose Martial Soul is a green willow branch, and a female Soul Master in her late twenties, whose Martial Soul is a steamed bun.
With these two on the field, most injuries and situations where Soul Power isn't strained shouldn't be a problem, making five matches a day easy.
After watching three boring Soul Battles, it was finally Feng Xiaotian's turn.
On the Soul Battle stage, a male host held a microphone and loudly announced, "The next Soul Battle will begin. Please welcome the power-type contestant, Wang Tiechui, a level 25 offensive-type Weapon Soul Master. His Martial Soul, like his name, is a powerful iron hammer. He has won all three of his battles. Can he continue his winning streak?"
As the host announced his victory, a short-haired man in his twenties entered the arena amidst the cheers of thousands. He had a massive body at least two meters tall, covered in bulging muscles.
"Wang Tiechui has shown ruthlessness and decisiveness in these three battles. Two of his opponents are dead and one is crippled. I wonder who our next opponent will be?"
At the host's call, many spectators shouted Wang Tiechui's name.
"Tiechui!" "
Tiechui will win! We're rooting for you!"
Such brutal and powerful fighters often attract the audience's attention and gain support.
"Next, let's welcome his opponent, Silver-Masked Wolf, a level 26 power-attack type Soul Master. His Martial Soul is the Devouring Wolf, a Martial Soul with three wolf heads."
As the host narrated, nine-year-old Feng Xiaotian, wearing a silver mask, appeared. Standing in front of the two-meter-tall Wang Tiechui, he looked somewhat comical; the height and build difference between the two was too great.
When the host said he was a power-attack type Soul Master, it drew a chorus of boos. Many of these people were Wang Tiechui's fans and had bet on him to win.
Seeing Feng Xiaotian enter, the host said again, "This Silver-Masked Wolf is participating in the Soul Battle for the first time. What level will he perform at? Can he end Wang Tiechui's winning streak? Everyone, please wait and see. Please release your Martial Souls."
"This kid's finished. Both of them are power-attack type. What strength can this short guy have?"
"Great! Today I've bet everything on Wang Tiechui to win, and the odds are 1 to 3. I'm going to make a profit!"
In the stands, almost no one was optimistic about Feng Xiaotian's chances.
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1.8times+Chapter 39. Nineteen consecutive victories, the next match is Soul Master? Chapter 39 Nineteen Consecutive Wins, Next Up: Soul Master?
After the host finished speaking, both players released their Martial Souls. This was the rule of the Great Soul Arena: the first step in a Soul Battle was to reveal the Martial Soul.
However, Feng Xiaotian was different. He didn't release his Soul Rings, only his Martial Soul. After all, his second Soul Ring was a thousand-year Soul Ring, which was too dazzling.
After the Martial Souls were released, everyone noticed that Feng Xiaotian hadn't released his Soul Rings, but this wasn't surprising.
Soul Masters could control the display of their Soul Rings, either revealing them all or not releasing any. But to use Soul Skills, they had to release their Soul Rings.
The audience didn't think that way. Many Soul Masters had white first Soul Rings and were embarrassed to show them; they had seen this situation many times.
They assumed that this Silver-Masked Wolf was the same, and the audience once again booed Feng Xiaotian.
The host also shook his head. A Soul Master with white Soul Rings coming to the Great Soul Arena was practically courting death, and immediately announced... "The battle begins!"
This shout ignited the passion of the audience in the Great Soul Arena, with almost everyone chanting "Iron Hammer!"
Those who truly understood the game remained silent, watching everything unfold.
Feng Xiaotian's martial soul was clearly extraordinary; with such a martial soul, how could his strength be weak, how could he only possess a white spirit ring?
"You shorty who doesn't even dare show his spirit ring, do you believe I can smash your head in one move? The sight of your brains splattering should be quite a sight. The two before me both had their heads smashed by me." He confidently brandished his massive iron hammer.
The hammer and handle together were taller than Feng Xiaotian, looking incredibly imposing in his hands.
"Enough talk, let's begin," Feng Xiaotian said calmly.
"You're courting death!" Wang Tiechui roared angrily, raising his hammer without using any spirit skills, charging towards Feng Xiaotian. Just as he was about to reach Feng Xiaotian, he immediately raised the hammer and smashed it down towards Feng Xiaotian's head.
This guy was a bit arrogant, not even using a spirit skill, just brute force it.
"You think that hammer is the Clear Sky Hammer?" Feng Xiaotian said in a low voice.
Just as the hammer was about to strike Feng Xiaotian
, Feng Xiaotian moved, incredibly fast.
In a flash, he moved behind Wang Tiechui.
Thud...
Feng Xiaotian landed a solid punch on Wang Tiechui's back.
This man was extremely strong, weighing at least 300 pounds, yet he was still sent flying four or five meters by Feng Xiaotian's blow.
The audience below was dumbfounded; this short guy had such strength.
A power-type fighter like Wang Tiechui was truly helpless against a Soul Master like Feng Xiaotian, who could attack with both strength and agility.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" Wang Tiechui said, enduring the intense pain in his back as he stood up, his veins bulging terrifyingly.
"Second Soul Skill, Powerful Strike!" Wang Tiechui's two yellow Soul Rings lit up simultaneously. Thud!
He slammed into the spot where Feng Xiaotian had just been, but Feng Xiaotian had already moved on.
Feng Xiaotian moved to Wang Tiechui's side, clenched his fist, jumped up, and punched Wang Tiechui squarely on the head.
The punch was powerful and heavy, sending Wang Tiechui flying four or five meters away again.
He didn't get up after falling, and although his brains didn't splatter, thick blood flowed from his head.
"What? He killed Wang Tiechui without even using a soul skill?" some spectators complained.
"Yeah, too fast! Isn't he a power-attack type? Such strength and such speed? There must be a mistake!"
"Isn't he a white-ring soul master who doesn't even dare to show his soul rings? How could he have such power?"
Feng Xiaotian's actions angered many spectators, but the truly knowledgeable viewers didn't see it that way. Someone who doesn't even reveal a soul ring can't be simple, and they all stood up and applauded Feng Xiaotian.
This was his first time killing someone, and it certainly wouldn't be his last. Breaking his rule sooner would help him adapt sooner. Besides, this guy was a ruthless character; killing him wouldn't cause any harm.
Since it was his first time, Feng Xiaotian immediately left the stage when the host announced his victory.
I vomited up at least half of the food I had eaten not long ago at noon.
This caused Feng Qingyuan and the others to burst into laughter; everyone was in a similar situation for the first time.
However, Feng Xiaotian couldn't compare to the natives of the Douluo World. He had undergone years of compulsory education and indoctrination, so his thinking was definitely different from that of the people of the Douluo Continent.
Facing this situation, it was truly difficult for him. Feng Xiaotian was forcing himself this time, hoping to adapt sooner and be free sooner.
At the same time, he was thinking, Tang San is really a ruthless person. Drinking Blood Mary, killing countless people in the Slaughter City, he's too ruthless. He definitely couldn't do that now.
What Feng Xiaotian didn't know was that he was also slowly transforming, he just hadn't realized it yet.
After vomiting, he felt much better, but he also felt a little guilty. Fortunately, this was the Great Soul Arena, this was another world, and no one came to arrest him.
After this match, Feng Xiaotian easily won all four matches that day.
He didn't even use his second soul skill, but he did use his first soul skill, which also proved that his first soul ring wasn't white, and those two support-type soul masters standing there today were just decorations.
For the next two days, he participated in the Soul Battle, winning all five matches. He has now entered a higher-level Soul Battle Arena and gained immense popularity.
Whenever Feng Xiaotian enters the arena, almost everyone shouts his code name, Silver-Masked Wolf.
On the fourth day, the First Prince, Xue Qinghe, also arrived.
Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, stood in a VIP box in the Soul Battle Arena, watching Feng Xiaotian's battle.
"How many more matches does he have to go before reaching twenty?" Qian Renxue asked.
"Reporting to Your Highness, this is the nineteenth match. His opponent is a level twenty-nine Power Attack-type Great Soul Master," Charlie respectfully replied.
"He still hasn't used his second Soul Skill?"
Just as Qian Renxue asked, Feng Xiaotian used his first Soul Skill, unleashing five wind blades in one strike, one after another. The opponent Soul Master could only withstand four before becoming helpless; even his second Soul Skill couldn't withstand Feng Xiaotian's attacks.
"Yes, he didn't even reveal his second spirit ring, let alone use his second spirit skill." Charlie answered calmly on the surface, but inwardly he was already impressed by Feng Xiaotian's performance. If he was like this at nine years old, what would he be like when he grew up?
Qian Renxue smiled and said, "Interesting. Who is your opponent next?"
"A level 31 Soul Master, whose spirit is a longsword." Charlie replied.
He glanced at Feng Xiaotian, who was the same age as him, in the Soul Arena, and after a moment said, "Let's change it. Do you have a venomous snake spirit? I need a Soul Master."
"Yes, I checked the information, and there happens to be a level 33 Soul Master participating in the Soul Arena, whose spirit is a venomous fire-scale snake." Charlie replied.
"That's it. Let them start fighting in an hour." Qian Renxue smiled. This was a rehearsal for tomorrow's betting match. If he could win today, tomorrow would be no problem.
In her eyes, Feng Xiaotian was already a prodigy. It was unbelievable that a nine-year-old child could have such strength. Besides her, probably no one else could compare to him.
Feng Xiaotian, with his innate soul power of level ten, was actually comparable to her. She also thought about the theories her teachers in the Spirit Hall had taught her.
Someone like Feng Xiaotian should either become one of her own or a friend, or be nipped in the bud; keeping him around could potentially create powerful enemies in the future.
She thought for a long time, considering various ways to recruit Feng Xiaotian into the Spirit Hall, various possibilities flashing through her mind.
Gradually, a blush appeared on her face, but under Xue Qinghe's gaze, it looked extremely awkward. (What was she thinking? The author doesn't know either!)
Feng Xiaotian returned to his rest area; the next match would be about an hour and a half away.
He had won nineteen matches relatively easily, relying on speed and his first soul skill to easily defeat his opponents. Now, it could be said that it was difficult to find an opponent below level thirty. This
was because his Wind Blade Formation was inherently strong; it was a mutated spirit soul skill, stronger than a normal first soul skill. Furthermore, the spirit ring he absorbed beyond his level enhanced the power of the wind blades, and the consumption of immortal herbs further increased the power of the Wind Blade Formation by at least 50%.
All these factors combined mean that although it's only the first soul skill, its power is comparable to a thousand-year soul skill. These opponents' second soul skills are basically only four or five hundred-year-old soul rings, so there's no need for him to use his second soul skill in battle.
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1.8times+Chapter 40: Those Who Make It Popular Are All Long-Legged Hammers Chapter 40 Those Who Make a Name for Them Are All Long-Legged
Today, along with Feng Xiaotian's family to the Great Soul Arena, there were also two members of the Qin family, Qin Tianxiong and Qin Yiran.
Qin Yiran had already withdrawn from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and her next step was to join the Divine Wind Academy in Divine Wind City with Feng Xiaotian and the others.
"Xiaotian is only nine years old and already possesses such strength; a Title Douluo is within reach!" Qin Tianxiong stroked his beard, saying happily.
A level 26 Soul Master defeating a level 29 Great Soul Master without even using his second Soul Skill—such a powerful first Soul Skill is truly rare.
"Grandpa, I think Xiaotian's second Soul Skill is definitely stronger than his first; it's just that his opponent was too weak to need it," Qin Yiran said.
Not many people knew about Feng Xiaotian's purple Soul Ring; only the five of them who went to Sunset Forest that day knew, and no one mentioned it when they returned.
So far, Feng Xiaotian hadn't revealed his Soul Ring to anyone else.
"One more Soul Battle and he'll get the Silver Soul Badge. Xiaotian has set a record in the entire continent's Great Soul Arena, and he's the youngest to achieve this," Feng Qingyuan said with a smile.
"Yes, just a little while longer, and it'll be the twentieth match. I wonder who they'll send for the last opponent," Qin Qiuyue said worriedly.
Although her son was very strong, this was, after all, the Grand Soul Arena, and someone could easily die. No matter how great the honor, her son's safety was Qin Qiuyue's top priority.
Charlie, having received Xue Qinghe's orders, immediately found the Grand Soul Arena's manager, explained his purpose, and also summoned a woman around twenty years old.
After discussing it, Charlie returned to the rest room where Feng Xiaotian and the others were.
"Everyone's here? I have something to tell you. The person for the final battle has been changed. The original opponent had something come up, so we've replaced them with someone else," Charlie said with a smile.
He handed the information of the next opponent to Feng Qingyuan.
After looking through it, Feng Qingyuan was somewhat puzzled.
"A level thirty-three Battle Soul Venerable?" Feng Qingyuan asked.
Upon hearing this, Qin Tianxiong immediately stood up from his seat, his face grim. He said, "Are you trying to harm someone? You've arranged a level 33 Soul Master for a level 26 opponent. We already beat someone at level 31, and now you've changed it to a level 33 Soul Master? What kind of rule is this in the Great Soul Arena?"
He had witnessed Feng Xiaotian's performance today; a level 26 opponent could defeat a level 29 opponent, so a level 31 opponent might be no problem, but this level 33 opponent was definitely much stronger.
"Grandpa Qin, please calm down. This was arranged by higher-ups. Besides, Xiaotian hasn't even used his second Soul Skill yet; I think level 33 is no problem," Charlie said.
"This person's Martial Soul is the Fire Scale Serpent, which contains a strong venom. He's also a Soul Master with a ten-game winning streak, having once defeated a level 35 Soul Master," Feng Qingyuan said, even feeling a surge of anger.
This person's strength seemed to have surpassed that of the geniuses of the Balang family; the Balang family's experts had at most defeated a level 32 Soul Master.
"Don't worry, even if Feng Xiaotian can't win, the opponent won't go all out. Whether you fight or not is up to you. There are three more matches on the advanced Soul Arena, so get ready." Charlie said seriously.
This was the First Prince's arrangement, and he couldn't explain or change anything.
"If we're going to fight, then let's fight." Feng Xiaotian said.
Currently, Feng Xiaotian hasn't fought against a poisonous Soul Master, not counting Dugu Bo. Poisonous
Soul Masters are feared by many Soul Masters, especially those with highly potent poisons, as poisoning can be life-threatening.
Generally, few people in the Soul Arena are willing to fight against highly poisonous Soul Masters unless they have a good countermeasure.
"Alright, let's fight. This can be considered a rehearsal for tomorrow's battle." Feng Qingyuan said. He knew his son's strength; if he used the fist blade, he would definitely be able to handle a Soul Master of level 30 or higher.
Feng Xiaotian was also thinking about whether to reveal his second Soul Skill of his purple Soul Ring or use the fist blade.
He could currently conceal his fist blade with loose gauntlets, but the purple spirit ring, once exposed, would definitely cause a huge uproar.
While pondering, Feng Xiaotian took out a loose cloth gauntlet from his treasure bag and put it on his right hand. These gauntlets weren't considered weapons, and besides, weapons weren't prohibited in the Grand Soul Arena.
Every other match had a break for preparation.
About an hour later, several hundred spectators had gathered on the advanced Soul Arena.
This match was undoubtedly the most exciting of the day, a challenge across a major realm—a rare occurrence in the Grand Soul Arena, happening only once a year.
Last week it was the genius of the Balang family; this week it was a surprising level 26 Great Soul Master fighting across a higher realm.
The host, a short-haired beautiful woman who was also a Soul Master, used her spirit skill to conjure two wings behind her and flew into the air above the advanced Soul Arena, shouting loudly.
"Hello everyone, this match was originally supposed to be between a level 26 Great Soul Master, Silver-Masked Wolf, and a level 31 Battle Soul Venerable. However, something happened to that Battle Soul Venerable, so we've temporarily changed Silver-Masked Wolf's opponent," the short-haired female host explained.
"What? We want to see a challenge against a level higher? A Battle Soul Venerable? Are we afraid to challenge him?" some audience members shouted.
After all, they had already seen Feng Xiaotian defeat a level 29 Great Soul Master. He basically always challenged opponents of higher levels. From being looked down upon to now having huge popularity, Feng Xiaotian relied on the joy that came from winning against opponents of higher levels.
"Don't worry, everyone. This time, we've given Silver-Masked Wolf's opponent a level 33 Soul Venerable. She has already achieved ten consecutive victories in Soul Venerable battles above level 30. Let's give a round of applause to Huo Xinxin." "Huo Xinxin,
who is not yet nineteen years old this year, comes from Blazing Fire Academy and is currently a student at the academy. Her Martial Soul is the Fire Scale Serpent, so it can be said that her strength is quite formidable," the short-haired female host continued.
"A member of the Huo family?" Feng Qingyuan pondered.
Having achieved a ten-game winning streak, it seems Huo Xinxin has been at the Grand Soul Arena for quite some time.
Huo Xinxin's appearance caused a sensation, with everyone cheering instantly.
It was as if they'd instantly become fans; everyone
had come to see Silver-Masked Sirius, but Huo Xinxin's arrival stole the spotlight—she was their goddess and idol.
With Huo Xinxin there, whether they saw Silver-Masked Sirius or not didn't matter.
Feng Xiaotian could also see Huo Xinxin slowly walking into the Advanced Soul Arena from his entrance passage.
On this Advanced Soul Arena, both sides exited from opposite doors, not looking at each other before entering.
Although Feng Xiaotian hadn't entered yet, he could see Huo Xinxin from his position.
Huo Xinxin was wearing a fiery red dress and short skirt, her slender figure suggesting she was over 1.75 meters tall. She strolled out like a model, her gait incredibly alluring, eliciting screams from the audience.
Blazing Fire Academy—could it be someone from the Huo family again? Are all the genes in this family so good? Are all women with surnames containing the character for "fire"
(火) destined for long legs, or are they all just legs as long as ham?!
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