Chapter 187: Feng Xiaotian's Fierce Battle with Xiao She
"Begin!" the referee shouted.
In an instant, Feng Xiaotian's body accelerated, cutting straight toward Xiao She.
Behind him trailed a streak of green light—his very shadow in the form of the wind.
With his wind-attributed martial soul, Feng Xiaotian was faster than most agility-type spirit masters.
As he closed the distance, his first spirit ring flared brightly.
His hands turned into sharp wolf claws that shimmered with cold light; before his body even arrived, arcs of wind blades were already slicing through the air toward Xiao She.
It was Feng Xiaotian's first spirit skill—Wind Blade Formation.
"Jade Phosphor Finger Force!"
Xiao She's response was calm and clean. Both hands extended as his spirit power erupted outward.
Ten strands of compressed venomous energy shot forward, colliding perfectly with Feng Xiaotian's wind blades.
Ten for ten—each matched blow for blow!
A shrill, piercing sound filled the arena, like ringing steel that stabbed straight into the ear.
The sound seemed to come from all directions at once, then vanished in a blink.
The stage fell silent once more.
"I caught your ten blades; now you take my ten strikes!" Xiao She said coldly.
With a graceful flick of his fingers, ten purple-glowing bolts of Jade Phosphor energy soared forward, twisting through the air in strange curving trajectories, attacking from above, below, and both sides.
Feng Xiaotian's speed was terrifying—ever since the start, he had never stopped moving.
Yet now, the ten finger strikes seemed alive, sealing off every possible escape route at once.
Feng Xiaotian's expression changed.
This Dugu She's spirit skill was as flexible as his own wind blades!
But surprise didn't mean helplessness.
His twin claws slashed rapidly, firing ten more wind blades.
Wind Blade was the most basic offensive skill of a wind-type spirit master, but Feng Xiaotian had long since refined it to an art, creating self-style techniques.
Victory burned in his blood; ambition flared in his eyes.
He halted midstage, choosing to face Xiao She directly instead of dancing around.
The wolf head that grew from his shoulder howled sharply as his soul power surged to the limit. Roaring wind blades erupted continuously from his claws.
Xiao She sensed his intent and responded with perfect understanding.
Both wanted to prove mastery through their most essential abilities.
Two figures stood firm upon the stage—Feng Xiaotian surrounded by spinning blades of wind, the wolf's roar echoing, while Xiao She stood calm amid a haze of purple mist, his eyes gleaming coldly.
Between them, wind blades and finger thrusts clashed again and again.
Their attacks were not straight-lined but curved, slicing from the sides or falling from the air like deadly arcs.
Each time a strike neared its target, an opposing blow intercepted it with precise timing, bursting into flares of violet and azure light.
The collision of their basic techniques was perfectly balanced—neither giving an inch.
The crowd was enthralled.
This was true combat—brilliant, ruthless, and without room for error.
From the rest area, Dugu Feng sighed. "He's fighting for pride now. He hasn't even used his Jade Phosphor Violet Poison.
If he did, with every clash his toxin would spread—Feng Xiaotian would be poisoned and lose his ability to fight."
Beside him, Old Snake's chest swelled with pride.
His son fighting at this level, standing equal to one of the tournament's top prodigies, was enough to make him certain—the boy's future would outshine his own.
As time passed, the pattern of battle stayed the same, but both fighters had reached their limits.
Their strength was evenly matched—what remained was skill, judgment, and willpower.
A single mistake would tip the scales.
A thunderous crack split the air.
Under prolonged strain, a mistake finally came.
Feng Xiaotian's chest heaved, and a faint purple hole appeared over the wolf head on his shoulder.
On Xiao She's chest, a bleeding slash tore through his shirt, raw flesh showing red beneath.
Both had struck each other.
But realization dawned on Feng Xiaotian—his opponent's Jade Phosphor power was toxic. The physical damage was secondary; the venom's corrosion would soon sap his strength.
He began to burn extra spirit power to suppress the poison—he could not last long.
Determined, his second and third spirit rings flared at once.
Two immense cyan wings unfurled from his back, each more than five meters long, shimmering with light.
With a single powerful flap, he lifted from the ground, soaring dozens of meters into the air.
From Dugu Feng's perspective, it was clear: Feng Xiaotian was preparing his ultimate technique—Gale Demon Wolf's Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.
Like the Clear Sky Sect's Great Sledgehammer technique, it used force upon force, combining them in escalating waves.
"Dugu She, you're strong—but it ends here.
This next one is my greatest skill, the technique I created myself—Gale Demon Wolf: Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes! If you can't endure, surrender now!"
Suspended high above, Feng Xiaotian radiated confidence.
Even mid-battle, he cast a glance toward the Blazing Fire Academy section.
He spotted Huo Wu among the audience—her eyes fixed firmly on the stage.
Pride and passion surged through him; his spirit lifted even higher.
With a loud, bestial roar, he dove like a falling star.
The vast wings behind him turned translucent, slicing through the air unhindered. His speed was so great that only a streak of light remained visible.
Xiao She smiled faintly.
His fourth spirit ring flared—his body ignited in green fire.
Jade Phosphor Tian Gang!
Countless serpents of emerald light coiled around him like a celestial bloom.
His eyes glowed violet.
A serpent moves in silence, yet when it strikes, it is lightning itself.
By scent and light, he could read every twitch of Feng Xiaotian's descent as if seeing it in slow motion.
Their forms converged.
Xiao She seemed motionless, almost frozen in place.
Feng Xiaotian frowned. What—was he not defending?
A flicker of doubt crossed his heart—should he hold back?
But no—he pressed on. This opponent deserved no mercy.
His translucent wings slashed downward like two colossal blades.
At that instant, Xiao She moved.
The serpents of light around him hardened.
They surged upward in twin pillars of venomous energy, striking each wing with devastating force.
A booming impact followed—Feng Xiaotian's body shuddered as if struck by thunder.
Spinning wildly, he lost balance, thrown into a dizzying spiral toward the ground.
(END CHAPTER)
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