Feng Xiaotian gently flapped his wings in the air, gazing down at Tang San below. "Tang San, you are indeed stronger than I imagined. But no matter how strong you are, I must defeat you today."
Then, with a voice full of confidence, he declared, "Now, I shall attack you with my self-created soul skill. It is called: Stormwind Demon Wolf's Thirty Six Successive Slashes."
Hearing this, Tang San stood there calmly, holding the Clear Sky Hammer. He answered with only two words: "Bring it."
In contrast to Tang San's composure, the phrase "self-created soul skill" sent shockwaves through the audience. While such skills didn't form naturally like those bestowed by soul rings, any soul master capable of creating one was undoubtedly a genius among geniuses. These skills were perfectly tailored to the creator's specific attributes, making them far more practical and efficient.
Feng Xiaotian felt a slight flicker of unease at Tang San's confidence. The phantom of the double-headed wolf behind him gradually merged with his body—the complete form of his second soul skill, Double Wolf Body Enhancement. In this state, his attack, defense, and agility were all boosted by 50%.
With the addition of his third skill, Stormwind Wings, he had reached his absolute peak state. Only with the support of these two skills could the power of his self-created technique be fully unleashed. From a certain perspective, this technique was no weaker than his fifth soul skill, yet it consumed less soul power. To conserve energy for the long haul, Feng Xiaotian chose this path.
With a heaven-shaking howl, Feng Xiaotian moved.
His body descended like a falling star. Strangely, his massive winged form made no sound as it fell. The overflowing cyan light was now completely restrained, and his wings transformed into two guillotines shimmering with a cold, emerald light. This was the change brought by a self-created skill—his essence, energy, and spirit were unified, maximizing power while minimizing waste.
The silence of his flight meant that wind resistance had a minimal effect on him; he was moving faster than ever. Only a top-tier wind-attribute soul master like Feng Xiaotian could find the perfect flight angle within the wind so accurately. The edges of his wings glinted in the sunlight—the "Thirty-Six Successive Slashes" were clearly delivered through these lethal pinions.
Tang San didn't just stand there waiting. His Clear Sky Hammer was retracted in an instant, replaced by Blue Silver Grass that shot toward the sky. Countless vines surged up, attempting to entwine the descending Feng Xiaotian. Tang San's fourth purple ring lit up.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Blue Silver Cage!"
This was one of the advantages of Twin Martial Souls. Tang San could switch martial souls to rotate his energy usage, effectively giving him two "batteries." While the martial souls couldn't be used simultaneously, the soul power spent on one did not drain the other's potential once he switched.
Facing the sudden cage, Feng Xiaotian's seemingly unstoppable descent shifted slightly in the air. He veered just before contact. Emerald light flashed as his wings sliced through the vines as easily as a knife through curd. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was simply too weak to hinder him; the vines were severed instantly as he bore down on Tang San.
Feng Xiaotian's momentum wasn't affected in the slightest, and Tang San's calculated plan fell through. Originally, Tang San wanted to use the grass to restrict or even just distract Feng Xiaotian, creating an opening for the hammer. But now he realized that against a top-tier genius like Feng Xiaotian, his Blue Silver Grass stood no chance.
Tang San thought to himself, 'If I hadn't followed Big Brother Gu's advice—if I were still at Rank 42 with only this useless grass—would I even have made it through the Promotion Competition? I wouldn't even be a match for Huo Wu or Shui Bing'er, let alone Feng Xiaotian.'
'I am lucky I met Big Brother Gu. He gave me a second choice in life and sponsored me with a soul bone and pills. Without him, I wouldn't even have the right to stand here and challenge a genius like Feng Xiaotian.' This battle wasn't just for himself; it was to prove he was worthy of the expectations placed upon him. 'To the death!!!'
The Blue Silver Grass was retracted into his right hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his left. Tang San gripped the handle, half-turning his body. He used his legs to drive his waist, his waist to drive his back, and his back to drive his arms. In a half-pivot, the two-meter hammer swung upward to meet the first slash.
BOOM!
Tang San used no soul skill for this hit. Instead, he used a specific force-exertion technique—the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique.
Feng Xiaotian was knocked upward by the impact, but both fighters immediately re-evaluated each other. The previous exchanges were mere probes; the main course had arrived. While Feng Xiaotian was sent flying, Tang San didn't have it easy either. His feet were buried deep in the ground, and his face was flushed from the surge of blood.
This was a battle of true equals.
Using the rebound, Feng Xiaotian didn't return to the high sky as Tang San expected. Instead, he performed a massive mid-air flip and slammed his right wing down again. This time, the wing flickered and shifted its trajectory, actively trying to bypass the Clear Sky Hammer.
The hammer was indestructible, but Tang San's body was not. If those guillotine-like wings landed on him, even with his current physical stats, he would be cleaved in two. Conversely, if Tang San's hammer hit Feng Xiaotian, the latter would be heavily injured, if not dead.
Tang San couldn't match Feng Xiaotian's sheer speed, but a purple light now glowed in his eyes as he calmly tracked the descending wing.
'Purple Demon Eye!'
Just as the wing was less than a meter away, his arms lifted again, and the hammer boomed outward. The hammer collided with the wind-blade wing once more, and Feng Xiaotian was sent flying with a look of utter disbelief.
He couldn't understand how Tang San, despite his best efforts to control the trajectory, could perfectly find the point of impact every single time.
Feng Xiaotian was fast, but he didn't realize that Tang San, hailing from the Tang Sect, possessed vision far beyond anyone in this world. Whether it was a wing-blade or countless hidden weapons flying from all directions, Tang San could strike them all down.
Because his hammer now had four soul rings, his current strength was even greater than Tang San's from the original story. However, this strength was only temporary; his future potential was now far lower than it once was.
As Feng Xiaotian marveled, Tang San was equally shocked. He noticed that the second slash, despite being a single wing, carried more force than the first. This realization filled his heart with suspicion and a growing hunch.
(End of Chapter)
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