Xiao Han's name is now one of the most renowned in the academy.
He went from being a ridiculed double-F waste to becoming a double-SSS+ prodigy, and in the competition, he defeated strong opponents with overwhelming force, even killing Luo Bing, the top student of Zero Class, and breaking through the absolute defense of the defensive genius Shi Tai with a single finger. Every match he played became the focus of attention.
Now, he will face his opponent in the quarterfinals.
The atmosphere in the center of the arena was both tense and intense. Xiao Han stood on one side of the arena, his calm gaze fixed on the other side.
His opponent was another genius in the Core Sequence of Zero Class — Feng Wuying. He was at the peak of the Fifth Level of the Martial Master Realm and possessed an SS-level wind-type Martial Soul [Spirit of Gale], known for his extreme speed and explosive power.
"Xiao Han, your strength is truly astonishing."
Feng Wuying's voice was cold and sharp. True to his name, he was tall and slender, like a shadow that could ride the wind at any moment. The cyan aura swirling around him silently proclaimed the extraordinary nature of his SS-level wind-type Martial Soul, [Spirit of Gale].
However, in the face of absolute speed, all fancy techniques will become ineffective.
The words had barely left his mouth when the referee abruptly swung his raised hand down. "The match begins!"
"Spirit of Gale, possess me!"
With a low shout, Feng Wuying's body was suddenly enveloped in a dense azure light, and he vanished from his spot as if dissolved by the wind.
On the arena, in an instant, green shadows darted about, dozens or even hundreds of blurry figures intersecting, each leaving a trail of sharp wind blades that cut through the air and emitted a teeth-grinding shriek.
"Holy crap! Is that teleportation?!"
"My eyes! My eyes can't keep up!"
"How can we fight like this? Can Xiao Han even detect his true form?"
From the stands, gasps of surprise rose and fell. Many students with weaker cultivation levels were already feeling dizzy. The scene on the arena was nothing short of a visual disaster.
Xiao Han still, the surrounding air Feng Wuying.
Feng Wuying's movement trajectory was indeed strange. Those afterimages were not mere illusions, but rather possessed a certain degree of offensiveness and covered a wide area.
While "A Step to the Ends of the Earth" possesses exquisite movement techniques that allow him to weave through the gaps in the wind blades, this pure evasion puts him at a significant disadvantage, let alone providing an opening for a counterattack.
Sizzle--!
Dozens of condensed, almost tangible wind blades came from all directions, blocking the attack from various tricky angles.
Xiao Han lightly touched the hard arena floor with his toes, his figure elusive, narrowly avoiding the deadly blue light each time.
"All you do is hide?" Feng Wuying's voice seemed to come simultaneously from every afterimage, tinged with a hint of mockery. "Let's see how long you can last!"
The offensive intensified suddenly!
The arena was almost completely covered by raging wind blades, leaving Xiao Han with increasingly limited space to move.
He took a deep breath.
If this continues, it's only a matter of time before my spiritual energy is exhausted, or, if I'm not careful, my defenses will be torn apart by those all-pervasive wind blades.
Since the other party is showing off their skills, let's show them what true "speed" really means!
The Eternal Night King Martial Soul within his body quietly began to operate.
A dark, sinister current spread from beneath his feet, quickly connecting and merging with the dappled shadows cast by the arena floor.
Xiao Han's figure also began to look unreal.
No longer relying solely on footwork to dodge, but rather, the entire person seemed to transform into a part of the shadows, stealthily moving and roaming among Feng Wuying's high-speed moving blue afterimages in an even more incredible way.
He stopped running.
He's hunting!
"Um?"
Feng Wuying immediately sensed that something was wrong.
Xiao Han's speed, in terms of sheer straight-line burst, might not be as fast as his, but the way he moved by blending into the shadows and freely switching between light and darkness sent chills down his spine.
His attacks missed time and time again.
Those wind blades seemed to vanish into thin air, or as if swallowed by the invisible darkness.
He wanted to pinpoint Xiao Han's true identity, but the other's figure flickered erratically in the shadows, moving east and west, making it impossible to determine.
Every time he thought he had caught Xiao Han's trajectory and launched an attack, he only managed to shred a dissipating phantom.
However, Xiao Han's true form may have already appeared in his blind spot.
What kind of monster is this?
Feng Wuying's unease began to grow.
His pride and joy in his extreme speed seemed almost laughable in the face of his opponent's unpredictable movements.
In order to sense Xiao Han's movements, he had to divert some of his attention, which caused a slight, almost imperceptible, stagnation in his originally smooth attack rhythm.
Now!
Xiao Han had been waiting for this opening.
Feng Wuying's rapid wind blade attack missed, and in the brief fluctuation of his aura as he shifted his position—
"Shadow Avatar!"
A surge of pure shadow energy erupted from Xiao Han's body. In the shadow less than three meters behind Feng Wuying, where his mind pointed, a "person" with the exact same face, aura, and figure as Xiao Han appeared out of thin air!
The shadowy figure materialized without pausing, its left hand transforming into a claw, its right hand clenched into a fist, its spiritual energy surging—it was clearly the starting stance of the "Annihilation Divine Fist"!
Just as Feng Wuying was about to adjust his stance and launch a new offensive, he never expected that such a thing would suddenly appear from behind him!
"Oh no!"
He was terrified and tried to twist his body to block, but the Shadow Avatar's fist came too fast and was too close.
"Bang!"
A dull, loud thud.
The fist, imbued with a Destruction Intent, landed squarely on Feng Wuying's back.
The protective Gang Qi around his body shattered instantly, and the violent force of the fist penetrated his body, causing his spiritual energy to surge and dissipate.
Feng Wuying a sweet taste in his throat and let out a suppressed groan of pain. He staggered forward uncontrollably, his body momentarily stiff and unbalanced.
The Shadow Avatar landed a successful blow, but its energy was exhausted, and it quietly dissipated.
Just as Feng Wuying lost control of his body, Xiao Han's true form appeared beside him.
"Lotus in Motion!"
Xiao Han formed a sword with his fingers, a wisp of bluish light flickering uncertainly from his fingertips.
The light was not particularly intense, but it exuded a chilling aura that purified all things and pierced through illusion.
Losing his balance, Feng Wuying could only watch helplessly as the blue light magnified before his eyes.
"Pfft!"
A slight sound.
The cyan sword energy, though seemingly gentle, shattered Feng Wuying's body defenses and the energy armor formed by his Martial Soul.
Feng Wuying groaned again, the light in his eyes quickly fading.
The blue light on his body dissipated, and he collapsed, propelled off the stage by a clever force, crashing heavily to the edge.
A small tear appeared in the front of her clothes, and bright red blood quickly seeped in.
The referee strode forward, quickly checked the situation, and immediately announced the results.
Xiao Han wins this match!