Ten Straight Godlike Performances!

The pitch-black blade light collided violently with the berserk tornado. With a tearing boom, the tornado Feng Mingye had unleashed was ripped apart like rotten cloth!

Feng Mingye's expression changed drastically!

He immediately activated the Wind Staff, trying to gather the gradually dissipating tornado again. Yet for some reason, he felt as though an invisible force was preventing it from reforming.

He even discovered that controlling the wind was becoming increasingly difficult!

What the hell was going on?

The tornado had been shattered, but the raging wind did not subside. Moreover, because Feng Mingye had panicked and lost focus, he had not even properly controlled the wind around himself.

The next moment, without the wind supporting him, his floating body fell straight downward. With the lingering winds still unsettled, Feng Mingye's body even spun through the air.

Feng Mingye really wanted to cry. Damn it, why had he flown so high just now?!

The world spun before his eyes, and he had no way to keep Li Qing in sight.

"Hehe..." Li Qing smiled slightly. How could he possibly let such a good chance to finish his opponent slip away?

Taking advantage of the instant Feng Mingye was dazed, Li Qing immediately used his second Soul Skill and abruptly appeared before the flustered Feng Mingye.

"Rabbit Kicks Eagle!"

Li Qing then brought his feet together and viciously kicked Feng Mingye in the soft lower abdomen.

The power erupted from Li Qing's legs was immense. In an instant, Feng Mingye's body bent directly into a "V" shape from the blow to his abdomen. Note, not a "C" shape!

Likewise, because of that enormous force, the direction of Feng Mingye's fall changed as well. His body was now flying toward the edge of the Douluo Arena!

In the blink of an eye, Feng Mingye was less than a meter from the edge of the arena!

Just as he was about to fall out of the arena, something unexpected happened.

"Third Soul Skill, Wings of Wind!"

The third soul ring beneath Feng Mingye's feet lit up brightly. As its light flickered, a pair of wings condensed from hurricanes appeared behind his back.

"Whoosh~"

Feng Mingye's wings flapped fiercely, and the enormous counterforce directly canceled his backward momentum. He was only ten centimeters from the edge of the Douluo Arena!

With a flap of his wings, Feng Mingye rose into the air again in an instant. Looking down at Li Qing from above, he was putting on a full display of swagger.

Of course, if Feng Mingye had not been clutching his abdomen the whole time and twitching in pain, his bearing would have been even more perfect.

"Li Qing, you've really taken me by surprise!" Feng Mingye glared viciously at Li Qing and squeezed out the words with difficulty.

"Hehe, not bad!"

Wearing his honest-looking smile, Li Qing answered him.

But in Feng Mingye's eyes, that smile was nothing but mockery!

He, Feng Mingye, was a level forty-two Soul Ancestor with a modest reputation among the advanced soul masters of Spirit Hall Academy. Yet now, he had been beaten into this state by a ten-year-old brat from the intermediate division?

He was not like that girl Du Ruyi, who could still laugh cheerfully even after losing!

This battle situation was undoubtedly a humiliation to him!

A massive humiliation!

This battle...

He absolutely could not lose!

"Second Soul Skill, Wind Arrow!"

Feng Mingye raised his hand. As air currents surged, a completely transparent bow slowly condensed into shape. He held the bow in his left hand and drew the string with his right, instantly forming an arrow of wind carrying berserk power.

Suddenly, Li Qing's pupils contracted sharply. His sixth sense told him that this Soul Skill was a locking skill!

However, Feng Mingye had already fired the wind arrow he had condensed.

"Whoosh~"

The arrow split the air and shot toward Li Qing like lightning.

Although this was Feng Mingye's second Soul Skill, and the age of its soul ring was far inferior to that of his fourth soul ring, the power and momentum carried by this arrow showed that this Soul Skill was not weaker than his fourth Soul Skill in the slightest. It might even be stronger!

The arrow was incredibly fast, arriving before Li Qing in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, he used his second Soul Skill to shift into the distance.

Yet the wind arrow curved through the air and continued pursuing him.

Li Qing had shifted to a spot behind Feng Mingye.

A cold smile appeared at Feng Mingye's lips. He had anticipated that Li Qing would do this. Then, with a fierce flap of his wings, a powerful current of air blasted Li Qing beside him away.

Li Qing's body was falling. At the same time, the wind arrow that had missed him had caught up, charging directly at him from below.

"Damn it!"

Li Qing cursed inwardly, his brows tightly furrowed.

Feng Mingye was truly ruthless. What a vicious angle of attack—coming from below?

Wouldn't that mean it was heading straight for his precious little brother?

If that thing hit, Li Qing would really become a "burst-ball boy"!

"Judgment!"

Li Qing controlled his body in midair. After spinning three hundred and sixty degrees, he fiercely swung the scythe in his hand!

The dark blade struck the tip of the wind arrow with perfect accuracy. Borrowing the momentum of his fall, he split the arrow directly in two.

Two sharp gusts streamed past on either side of his cheeks.

It did not matter whether this arrow was stronger than the earlier tornado. So long as it was the same substance, Li Qing could still break it with one slash!

"Whoosh~"

At that moment, an urgent sound came from behind him, accompanied by a powerful wind that buffeted his body.

It was Feng Mingye. Flapping his massive wings, he had made the longbow in his hand vanish the moment Li Qing split the wind arrow. In its place appeared the Wind Staff once again, and then he swept toward Li Qing with his wings beating.

Li Qing was still in the air without a point of leverage. Fighting Feng Mingye like this, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

Without another word, Li Qing used another Instant Hell Shadowless Slash, which helped him land on the ground.

Because of the Unknowable Eye, Feng Mingye naturally could not lock onto Li Qing's position, so he froze for a brief moment.

Only when Li Qing reappeared did Feng Mingye flap his wings and fly toward him.

Feng Mingye descended from the sky and brought his staff down on Li Qing's head. Fortunately, Li Qing's reactions were excellent, and he instantly retreated, evading the attack.

Feng Mingye's staff smashed heavily into the arena floor. Even the hard granite ground cracked under the blow.

That was enough to show just how powerful the strike had been.

At the same time, Li Qing seized the opening while Feng Mingye's attack had missed and hooked the Scythe of Judgment in his hand upward at him.

For some reason, Li Qing discovered that Feng Mingye seemed to have become much faster. He had originally thought this upward strike would hit, but in reality, it only cut off a lock of Feng Mingye's hair.

In an instant, Feng Mingye steadied himself. Flapping his enormous wings, he brought the Wind Staff down on Li Qing in a storm of attacks.

That was right—Feng Mingye's speed and strength had both increased!

During the ten seconds they exchanged blows, Li Qing remained at a disadvantage. He was repeatedly struck hard by the Wind Staff, his arms bruised black and blue, looking utterly miserable.

Feng Mingye's fighting techniques had not changed. Only his speed and strength had changed, so even if Li Qing activated the Replication Eye again, it would be useless.

Speed and strength were differences in raw physical ability!

Finally, when Li Qing slipped up, Feng Mingye swept his Wind Staff across Li Qing's lower abdomen and blasted him five meters away.

"Hmph, give up, Li Qing. My Wings of Wind boost my speed, strength, attack power, and Soul Power by thirty percent across the board. You can't possibly defeat me!" Feng Mingye sneered.

After hearing that, Li Qing understood the reason. He knew that Feng Mingye's Soul Skill could temporarily enhance his strength, but it definitely had a time limit. As long as he endured until that time passed, Feng Mingye's strength would inevitably drop sharply!

"Hehe." Supporting himself with the Scythe of Judgment, Li Qing straightened up and wiped the smear of blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "The battle isn't over yet. Who knows what the ending will be?"

"Hmph!" Feng Mingye frowned. "Since that's the case, I'll send you out!"

"Wind Blade!"

In an instant, several Wind Blades formed directly around Feng Mingye.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

Enhanced by Wings of Wind, the Wind Blades Feng Mingye unleashed were far faster and more powerful than before.

Li Qing had already been unable to dodge them earlier, and now that he was not in peak condition, there was even less chance of avoiding them.

Slash, slash, slash~

The incomparably sharp Wind Blades skimmed across his skin, drawing streaks of blood. Blade after blade cut across his body, scattering countless fine droplets of blood into the air.

By the time the Wind Blades vanished, the ground beneath Li Qing's feet was bright red. His clothes were torn to shreds and covered in bloodstains.

But...

Li Qing did not fall!

He used the Scythe of Judgment as a crutch, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to remain standing!

Feng Mingye was somewhat moved. No matter what, he was Li Qing's senior, and he was relying on his higher Soul Power Level to bully the younger boy. Of course, there was another reason—he had been forced into this.

"Li Qing, your strength truly is impressive. I believe that within three years, you'll definitely catch up to me. But now... I'm sorry!"

"I'm going to eliminate you!" Feng Mingye shook his head. The Wings of Wind behind him slowly disappeared, and his aura immediately dropped by a large margin!

Holding his staff, Feng Mingye walked toward Li Qing step by step...

But suddenly!

Li Qing's lips curled upward in a faint smile.

"Third Soul Skill, Meditation!"

The purple soul ring flashed with purple light, and Soul Power surged over Li Qing's entire body. In an instant, the wounds on his body vanished once more.

"What?" Feng Mingye's expression changed drastically at the sight! "How do you still have Soul Power?!"

Li Qing smiled without explaining. In truth, when facing the Wind Blades Feng Mingye had unleashed earlier, he could have used Instant Hell Shadowless Slash again to dodge them, but he had chosen not to.

He had deliberately shown weakness!

If he had used Instant Hell Shadowless Slash then, it would still have been difficult for him to kill Feng Mingye in a single strike. He would most likely have forced Feng Mingye into the air, where Feng Mingye could poke at him from afar. If that happened, Li Qing would be worn down to death.

Of course, after using his third Soul Skill to recover his injuries, the Soul Power within Li Qing was also nearly exhausted.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope. Long live our Pope, long live, long live!" Li Qing immediately followed behind Lin Qianxin and bowed to Bibi Dong.

The moment he finished speaking, everyone in the hall turned their gazes toward him, their expressions strange.

"Hm?" Bibi Dong's beautiful brows furrowed. She heavily tapped her staff against the floor, producing a crisp sound, then parted her red lips and said coldly.

"You mean I'm old?"

"No, no, no!" Li Qing hurriedly waved his hands. "Your Holiness, you misunderstand. Your peerless beauty is unmatched beneath the heavens, and your youthful grace remains as vibrant as ever. Time has not left even the slightest trace upon you. How could anyone call you old?"

"This boy merely wishes Your Holiness the Pope eternal youth for ten thousand years!"

"Oh, then it seems I misunderstood." The corners of Bibi Dong's lips rose slightly in an amused smile.

"No, no, no, this boy simply didn't explain himself clearly!" Li Qing casually wiped away the sweat beading on his forehead and smiled.

It had to be said that as the Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong's aura was truly overwhelming. It pressed down on Li Qing so hard that he felt as though even his nose was blocked.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope. Long live our Pope, long live, long live!" Li Qing immediately followed behind Lin Qianxin and bowed to Bibi Dong.

The moment he finished speaking, everyone in the hall turned their gazes toward him, their expressions strange.

"Hm?" Bibi Dong's beautiful brows furrowed. She heavily tapped her staff against the floor, producing a crisp sound, then parted her red lips and said coldly.

"You mean I'm old?"

"No, no, no!" Li Qing hurriedly waved his hands. "Your Holiness, you misunderstand. Your peerless beauty is unmatched beneath the heavens, and your youthful grace remains as vibrant as ever. Time has not left even the slightest trace upon you. How could anyone call you old?"

"This boy merely wishes Your Holiness the Pope eternal youth for ten thousand years!"

"Oh, then it seems I misunderstood." The corners of Bibi Dong's lips rose slightly in an amused smile.

"No, no, no, this boy simply didn't explain himself clearly!" Li Qing casually wiped away the sweat beading on his forehead and smiled.

It had to be said that as the Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong's aura was truly overwhelming. It pressed down on Li Qing so hard that he felt as though even his nose was blocked.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope. Long live our Pope, long live, long live!" Li Qing immediately followed behind Lin Qianxin and bowed to Bibi Dong.

The moment he finished speaking, everyone in the hall turned their gazes toward him, their expressions strange.

"Hm?" Bibi Dong's beautiful brows furrowed. She heavily tapped her staff against the floor, producing a crisp sound, then parted her red lips and said coldly.

"You mean I'm old?"