Ling Feng glanced at the deep, finger-wide, four-to-five-meter-long boundary line on the ground and couldn't help but feel impressed. The way Xiao Yan executed that move was simply flawless; it was incredibly powerful.
If used for a sneak attack, without any defenses, even a Soul Saint might very well die from it.
"Fifty meters?" Ling Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. "That's doable. But a simple spar is rather boring. How about we add a little wager?"
Xiao Yan, who was already itching for a fight, immediately agreed. "If I win, I don't have many demands. Since you're a Soul Saint, you should know quite a few powerful Soul Masters. Just find me one to spar with."
What a battle maniac!
The two from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect looked at each other, confirming the thoughts they had just had.
Ling Feng said, "If I win, I won't ask for much either, just that you, young brother, agree to do something for me."
"As long as it doesn't go against my principles, there aren't many things I can't do," Xiao Yan said lightly, essentially agreeing.
If an ordinary person said this, Ling Feng would definitely think they were boasting.
Although the Xiao Yan in front of him was only twelve years old, and his words were very soft, Ling Feng surprisingly didn't have the slightest doubt in his heart, as if he truly possessed an omnipotent ability.
After agreeing on the conditions, Ling Feng and Xiao Yan took their positions, while Xiao Xue and the others stood to the side, watching.
Dark light flickered, and Ling Feng let out a roar like a leopard. A layer of faint black light surged from within his body.
As the light flashed, Ling Feng's body underwent a very obvious transformation. Accompanied by the cracking sounds of his bones, his muscles and bones simultaneously expanded, and his physique became significantly larger.
His long hair was dyed grayish-white. In an instant, he seemed to have transformed into a black leopard-man, prostrating himself on the ground. Seven optimal soul rings appeared on his body.
The short Wang Chun from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was extremely confident about the outcome of this match. His older brother's Martial Soul was the Swift Wind Leopard, a Martial Soul that had a great advantage in terms of speed.
Although his soul power level was much lower than the previous strong attack Soul Saint, and his combat effectiveness was also inferior in many ways, he could still crush that Soul Saint in terms of speed.
Seeing the Soul Saint summon his Martial Soul, Xiao Yan spread his arms. As his internal energy flowed, a blue sphere condensed in his palm. He then swung his palm, sending it forth.
He only used twenty years of internal energy for this palm strike. Furthermore, he had re-condensed his weighted clothing during the journey, keeping his strength strictly within the Soul Saint range.
However, after two battles, his 'Raging Waterfall Tide' had undergone some changes.
The moment the blue sphere of palm force was unleashed, the ground trembled, and dust billowed.
Although Ling Feng had seen the extraordinary power of Xiao Yan's "self-created soul skill" from afar, he only truly understood its might when facing it directly. No wonder the Soul Saint couldn't withstand it earlier.
Facing such a palm strike, Ling Feng's second soul ring flashed. His body shot up like lightning, transforming into an afterimage as he sidestepped Xiao Yan's attack and dashed forward.
His second soul skill was originally a brutal charge, doubling his speed to attack enemies.
But at this moment, he could only use it simply to increase his speed.
Seeing that his big brother had easily dodged the palm strike, Wang Chun was secretly delighted. It seemed that although Xiao Yan's moves were strange and quite powerful, they didn't give him an advantage against an agility-type Soul Master.
Xiao Xue and the other person knew Xiao Yan's strength. This was just a sparring match. If he truly wanted to act, this black-robed Soul Saint, even if he were ten times faster, would be easily dealt with.
"As expected of an agility-type Soul Master. Your speed is much greater than Zhao Wuji, who only knows how to attack with brute force."
Xiao Yan watched Ling Feng's agile movements, and with a wave of his hand, he sent out another blue ball of light, which went straight towards Ling Feng, step by step.
Having closed the distance with Xiao Yan, Ling Feng immediately felt the pressure on his body double. He no longer felt the ease of the previous fifty-meter distance, and his third soul ring began to flash.
Purple light flickered, and under the illumination of this soul ring, Ling Feng instantly transformed into six shadows, and they were extremely clear shadows, just like himself. It looked as if six Ling Fengs were simultaneously pouncing on Xiao Yan, and their speed also suddenly increased a lot.
Xiao Xue hadn't seen many soul skills. Upon seeing this soul skill for the first time, she couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Is this person doing a magic trick? Turning one person into six?"
Wang Chun, who was beside her, explained: "This is my big brother's third soul skill, Leopard Shadow Doppelganger. After it is used, one becomes six, and they are difficult to distinguish. You can treat each doppelganger as a real person."
Seeing Ling Feng use his third soul skill, Wang Chun's confidence grew, and he said with a hint of smugness, "Now my big brother is going to win."
Xiao Xue mimicked Xiao Yan, raising her hand to touch her delicate nose, and thought to herself, Is it really that amazing? I think the real one is just the one on the far left, right? He's the fastest, and he's farthest from the force of the palm. It's not that hard to tell.
Xiao Yan had also seen through the real one with this type of doppelganger soul skill, but he didn't guess; he saw it clearly.
His mental power was extremely strong, and this type of deceptive soul skill was almost useless against him.
He sped up his hand, and when Ling Feng was still a meter away from the boundary line, he slammed a palm directly towards him.
Wang Chun was shocked. He had been by his big brother's side for many years and had witnessed the power of the Leopard Shadow Doppelganger. It had helped them complete missions several times, overcoming the weak to defeat the strong. He never expected it to be seen through by a young man today!
"He must be guessing, just lucky." Wang Chun thought silently.
"Looks like I win."
Just as Xiao Yan was about to summon his Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Emperor, to save this Soul Saint, Ling Feng actually had another trick up his sleeve, and his fourth soul ring flashed.
Purple light flickered, and Ling Feng vanished abruptly, transforming into a purple ray that merged with the ground, like a shadow quickly moving across the surface.
This Martial Soul skill is truly bizarre!
Xiao Yan glanced at Ling Feng, now a shadow, and frowned, pointing his finger behind him.
At that moment, Ling Feng had just appeared behind Xiao Yan. Seeing the finger aimed directly at his brow, he was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
He had witnessed the power of Xiao Yan's finger. If Xiao Yan truly intended to harm him, a hole would likely appear in his forehead in an instant.
Startled, Ling Feng felt his internal Qi and blood surge uncontrollably, and with a "Pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I lost," Ling Feng sighed.
Although he had reacted quickly, Xiao Yan's strange "self-created Martial Soul skill" was too powerful. Just a graze had caused his Qi and blood to churn.
(End of Chapter)