"Also, I'm fighting for Shenfeng Academy, and for Huo Wu. I absolutely won't lose."
Feng Xiaotian said with full confidence.
"I hope you can force out my soul rings!"
Zhang Fan looked calmly at Feng Xiaotian's serious expression without saying much. After all, Feng Xiaotian was indeed strong—especially his self-created soul skills, which were quite formidable.
"Let the match begin!" the referee announced.
"Alright! I'll give it my all!"
Feng Xiaotian dashed toward Zhang Fan in a flash, so fast that he left afterimages behind.
A streak of green light trailed behind him.
"Buzz…" In the instant Feng Xiaotian flashed over, his first soul ring glowed. Razor-sharp wolf claws extended as he slashed out ten semi-circular wind blades toward Zhang Fan, "Clang! Clang!…" slicing through the air with a screech.
As a typical Gale Demon Wolf soul skill, the first ring technique was Wind Blade. But Feng Xiaotian, with his Gale Twin-headed Wolf Martial Soul, used a Wind Blade Formation—releasing ten times the number of blades. This alone proved how much stronger his first soul skill was than that of an ordinary Gale Demon Wolf.
My eighth soul ring lit up. A pair of massive green wings unfurled from my back, granting me flight and allowing me to hover up to seventy meters above the ground.
"Buzz…" I gathered all my strength. A sudden surge of soul power rippled around me.
While speaking, Zhang Fan activated his intent, and the Heaven-Shattering Sword appeared in his hand.
The crowd was in an uproar—no one had expected Feng Xiaotian to be so easily overwhelmed by a single blow.
He had gone all out, yet was defeated with just two slashes, which left his face looking extremely grim.
But Zhang Fan's attack had also been broken.
"Captain has done his best. Even if he lost, he still secured seventh place!"
No one expected this Zhang Fan to be so monstrous and terrifying. Even against a genius like Feng Xiaotian, he didn't need his soul rings to win.
"Ugh…"Feng Xiaotian was momentarily stunned. He had already prepared for Zhang Fan's move, having seen it before.
This was the innate advantage of a high-level martial soul.
He just hadn't expected Zhang Fan to be this monstrous.
I was helpless too.
The rest of the Shrek team also ran up.
The sky changed colors. Thunderbolts rained down from above.
"Clang! Clang!…" Each slash gained power through speed and momentum. Zhang Lun landed from midair and exclaimed passionately, "Wait until he uses all eighty-eight slashes before taking him down!"
Everyone was shocked. After all, Feng Xiaotian was considered the seventh-ranked genius among them.
Even missing one slash, it was still unimaginable how freakishly strong this was.
"Whoosh…" But Feng Xiaotian missed his strike entirely.
My teammates came to comfort me.
"Boom…"Feng Xiaotian jumped in fright. Thankfully, he reacted quickly—crossing his arms into wolf claws to block behind him.
A terrifying vortex formed from sword intent and soul power.
"Awooo…" The Dragon Claw slammed toward his head.
Even if just for half a second, he was stunned.
Dust billowed.
My expression changed. I didn't know where the next sword strike would come from.
Feng Xiaotian had initially thought he couldn't push Zhang Fan to go all out.
"Hmm, this Zhang Fan is terrifying. For Captain to force out even two slashes is already impressive."
"Sob sob…"
Just his appearance caused a disruption in the heavens.
Zhang Fan blinked and appeared midair—right beside Feng Xiaotian.
"Yay yay!"Da Wu jumped down from the stage to hug Zhang Fan.
That strike was accompanied by lightning.
As Feng Xiaotian dodged, he immediately lashed out with a fierce kick to Zhang Fan's back, a phantom wolf's head flickering at his feet.
Of course, I had a plan too.
I sensed Zhang Fan's attack was coming from my rear-right.
I never imagined I'd lose so quickly.
Ten wind blades locked down all of Zhang Fan's escape routes.
"Boom…" Two wind blades were shattered by his claws. He instantly used Phantom Demon Step, unleashing a vicious aura that swept across the entire stage.
"Wah…"
He turned quickly to the side, where Huo Wu clapped him on the shoulder and said, "He really gave it his all. Don't be too upset—Zhang Lun is just too strong."
"Buzz…" He raised his sword high, activating Four Yang Divine Skill and the Mystic Heart Technique. Massive soul power and heaven-splitting sword intent began condensing into his blade.
"Boom!" With a loud crash, I was launched like a cannonball toward the ground. "Crash!" A huge crater was blasted into the earth.
I could feel the fluctuations of wind in the air.
"Damn it!"Feng Xiaotian saw Zhang Fan's sword martial soul, and his expression changed. That guy's martial soul was too terrifying.
Zhang Fan's hand turned claw-like as he lunged forward.
Eight blades were instantly shattered.
"Wah…"
Aside from Zhang Lun, there was no one else but Feng Xiaotian.
"Whoosh…" I could sense that this was the turning point of victory or defeat.
"They're really good at comforting people, huh!"Feng Xiaotian chuckled.
They all gathered around Zhang Fan.
After saying that, he walked down from the stage and stood behind Zhang Fan.
"Boom!" A massive explosion echoed.
He immediately jumped back onto the stage.
He activated his self-created soul skill: Gale Demon Wolf Eighty-Eight Consecutive Slashes—his wings and arms merged into one, delivering continuous strikes. Each blow grew weaker, but faster, with increasing acceleration. The core of this technique lay in maximizing speed and gravity to maintain constant pressure.
"Whoosh…" But Zhang Fan suddenly vanished into thin air.
No one had expected Zhang Lun to be this monstrously strong.
"Clang…"Feng Xiaotian felt a terrifying surge of sword intent.
Nobody could have predicted that Zhang Lun would still not use any soul rings—and yet still launch Feng Xiaotian flying with such speed.
"Boom!" A deafening explosion—Feng Xiaotian's attack collided with Zhang Fan's sword energy and briefly stalemated.
"Boom!" His eight clones merged with his body, and he launched a powerful kick toward Feng Xiaotian.
"Wah…"
"Clang!" The eight blades clashed with a visible energy wave.
Meanwhile, Zhang Fan appeared behind him.
That Zhang Fan was just too unbelievably powerful.
"Cough, cough…"Feng Xiaotian crawled out of a two-meter-deep pit, blood trickling from his mouth, face pale as a sheet.
"I admit defeat."Feng Xiaotian said dejectedly.
His seventh soul ring also lit up. Between the bones of both hands, eight foot-and-a-half-long blades popped out. An ethereal wolf-like figure appeared behind him, and as he extended both hands, nearly ten-foot-long green lights burst forth from those blades.
Everyone's expressions changed slightly—Zhang Fan's sword martial soul was just too terrifying.
Zhang Fan smirked slightly. "Clang!" Another slash shattered Feng Xiaotian's all-out strike.
"Hmm, Captain did great!"
"Whoosh…" I barely escaped with a front flip—evading Zhang Fan's terrifying strike by a hair's breadth.
"Clang!" A brilliant sword light collided with Feng Xiaotian'sEighty-Eight Consecutive Slashes.
(End of Chapter)
Note: is style of writing is good...