Sky-Tearing Claw arrived before Feng Xiaotian in an instant. Feng Xiaotian never imagined that the claw strike Gu Xuan unleashed would be this terrifying; he had thought everything would be fine once he dodged the third soul skill, but clearly, that was not the case.
An attack capable of easily shredding his first soul skill was something that would leave him heavily injured even if he managed to endure a single hit. Seeing that he couldn't dodge again, Feng Xiaotian steeled his heart. "I didn't want to use this move yet, but I never expected to be pushed to this extent by a mere Rank 33 Soul Elder."
As Feng Xiaotian made his decision, soul power surged, and the Stormwind Wings on his back became even more brilliant.
"Stormwind Demon Wolf's Twelve Successive Slashes!"
Feng Xiaotian let out a low roar. Relying on the explosion of soul power, his body actually pivoted rapidly, dodging the Sky-Tearing Claw from the side. Simultaneously, his left wing slashed toward the flank of the energy blades like a razor-sharp edge.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing rang out. A small portion of Feng Xiaotian's left wing was shaved off, but the trajectory of the Sky-Tearing Claw was knocked off course, no longer posing a threat to him.
The loss of a bit of his left wing only caused Feng Xiaotian's body to sway for a moment. With a burst of soul power, the wing regrew instantly, and he dove down toward Gu Xuan. His body spun halfway, and his right wing slashed toward Gu Xuan's face.
Under Feng Xiaotian's fierce assault, the originally paper-thin Stormwind Wings acted like two sharp blades, flashing with a predatory light as if they were about to swallow Gu Xuan whole.
Watching Feng Xiaotian rapidly close in, Gu Xuan felt a sense of amazement. 'Is he truly the genius from the original records?' At twenty-one years old, his soul power had just broken through Rank 40; while reaching this level at his age was considered good, it wasn't exactly "genius" status.
What truly made Feng Xiaotian shocking was that he could create his own soul skills when he broke through Rank 30 in his teens. The "Stormwind Demon Wolf's Twelve Successive Slashes" he was currently using was one such self-created soul skill.
In the original records, Feng Xiaotian appeared three years later. At that time, he was twenty-four years old at Rank 44, and his self-created soul skill had reached twenty-four successive slashes.
He sacrificed his own cultivation time to perfect his self-created soul skills. In the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, he nearly defeated Tang San with this move. However, Tang San was the protagonist—he had cheats! In the end, Feng Xiaotian still lost.
But that didn't diminish his genius. Five years later, his soul power reached Rank 61, catching up to the Shrek Seven Devils and becoming a Soul Emperor, and his self-created skill reached fifty-four successive slashes. Even Gu Xuan couldn't help but admire and appreciate this fellow.
But that was as far as it went. Gu Xuan was not afraid of the "Stormwind Demon Wolf's Twelve Successive Slashes," even though he was only at Rank 33.
Feng Xiaotian's self-created skill was powerful, using a stacking attack method similar to the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Each strike was more powerful than the last, and by the final slash, his attack power could increase several times over.
However, this self-created skill had a fatal weakness: it relied entirely on the Stormwind Wings of his third soul skill. Without the wings, the skill was useless.
Gu Xuan watched Feng Xiaotian with an indifferent gaze and slowly raised his right hand. Boosted by the third soul skill, Feng Xiaotian was incredibly fast, arriving almost instantly.
Seeing Gu Xuan standing still and only raising his right arm, Feng Xiaotian couldn't quite fathom Gu Xuan's plan. But after the previous exchange, he knew Gu Xuan's true strength; this guy was a monster who couldn't be judged by common sense.
Thus, Feng Xiaotian didn't dare be careless. He intended to use his full strength to eliminate Gu Xuan and vent Sister Huo Wu's anger!
Just as his right wing was about to strike Gu Xuan's chest, Gu Xuan moved. His right arm shot out like a venomous snake. Without anyone noticing, his right bone claw transformed into five dark gold talons—the Darkgold Terrorclaw—and swiped across the edge of Feng Xiaotian's right wing.
Feng Xiaotian was already moving fast, and with Gu Xuan's sudden counter, he had no way to dodge. As the right wing slashed past, Feng Xiaotian didn't feel like he had hit Gu Xuan; instead, he felt like he had lost something.
The next moment, Feng Xiaotian crashed head-first into the ground. His right wing was gone. With only one wing left, he was completely unable to fly and slammed directly into the floor.
Feng Xiaotian hadn't even reacted yet, but the spectators below saw it clearly.
Gu Xuan remained standing, his right hand still raised in a claw-like grip. In his left hand, he held a cyan wing. Deprived of Feng Xiaotian's soul power, the wing slowly dissolved into light and dissipated.
Feng Xiaotian struggled to climb up, feeling a heart-wrenching pain in his back. Although Stormwind Wings was a soul skill, it extended from his spine. Because the wings required soul power to manifest and extend, having them severed was like having his bones snapped.
"Cough, cough..." Due to the impact of the fall after his wing was cut, Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.
Gu Xuan slowly turned around and met Feng Xiaotian's gaze. Feng Xiaotian looked at him in disbelief. To be honest, he couldn't comprehend what method the opponent used to sever his right wing, because he hadn't seen Gu Xuan strike at all.
Or rather, Gu Xuan's strike was too fast. In a mere heartbeat, Gu Xuan had severed the wing.
"You've lost," Gu Xuan said in a flat tone.
Those words rang in Feng Xiaotian's ears like a clap of thunder. He lost? Had he lost just like that?
Feng Xiaotian's gaze toward Gu Xuan became filled with disbelief. As a Rank 40 pseudo-Soul Ancestor facing a mere Rank 33 Soul Elder, he had actually lost?
And he had been defeated head-on even after using the self-created soul skill he took so much pride in?
Feng Xiaotian didn't answer. Gu Xuan's voice rang out again. "Of course, you can choose to continue."
As Gu Xuan spoke, the third purple soul ring on his body flickered faintly, looking as if it would erupt at any moment.
Noticing this, Feng Xiaotian suddenly snapped out of it. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he had indeed been defeated.
With his Stormwind Wings severed, his body had sustained heavy damage. Even if he still had the strength to fight, he wouldn't be able to withstand Gu Xuan's third soul skill in this state.
Feng Xiaotian could even sense the mockery and coldness in Huo Wu's eyes behind him. A Rank 40 pseudo-Soul Ancestor defeated by a Rank 33 Soul Elder? If this wasn't a total disgrace, what was?
But he had truly lost. If Gu Xuan released that third soul skill, he had no way to defend himself in his current condition.
"I... I lost..." Feng Xiaotian stammered, his voice faltering.
"First match of solo combat: Gu Xuan versus Feng Xiaotian. Gu Xuan wins!" The commentator did not stammer.
As the voice faded, Gu Xuan calmly retracted his Martial Soul, gave Feng Xiaotian a glance, and walked off the stage. The spectators erupted into feverish cheers; the entire Great Spirit Arena was boiling.
A Rank 33 small fry against a Rank 40 big shot, and the Rank 33 actually won?
Wait, that Rank 33 small fry is Gu Xuan!
Oh, then it makes sense...
Feng Xiaotian watched Gu Xuan's unperturbed back, his eyes flickering. Noticing that Huo Wu was no longer in the stands, he dragged his staggering body and followed the direction in which Gu Xuan had left.
(End of Chapter)
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