Easy Victory

"The match begins."

Feng Xiaotian immediately activated a soul skill and growled, "First Soul Skill: Wind Blade Formation."

The Twin-Headed Gale Wolf behind Feng Xiaotian swung its claws, creating dozens of wind blades. Zhao Zilong immediately used Lingbo Weibu beneath his feet. Due to Lingbo Weibu's unique nature, every step he took left behind illusory afterimages. Feng Xiaotian's wind blades simply could not hit Zhao Zilong.

"What kind of footwork is that? A self-created soul skill?" Feng Xiaotian frowned slightly as he watched Zhao Zilong's speed increase. However, he himself was an agility-attack-type soul master, so he naturally did not fear speed. Besides, he still had no idea what Zhao Zilong's third and fourth soul skills were.

"Heartbreak Poison: Bamboo Leaf Sword Rain?" Countless Blue Silver Grass leaves shot out at once.

Seeing this soul skill, Feng Xiaotian's lips curled with disdain. During the preliminaries, Zhao Zilong had always used this skill. His first soul skill was Bamboo Leaf Sword Rain, while his second soul skill was Heartbreak Poison, which was essentially meant to support his first soul skill.

However, for Feng Xiaotian, who possessed the wind attribute, this kind of attack was nothing.

"Second Soul Skill: Demon Wolf Possession." The Twin-Headed Gale Wolf behind Feng Xiaotian began to merge with him. With a sweep of his hand, he formed a wall of wind that blew away all the incoming Blue Silver Grass leaves.

"Hmph, your Blue Silver Grass may be immune to ice and fire, but I refuse to believe it can be immune to wind as well." Feng Xiaotian shouted, "Third Soul Skill: Gale Wings."

The next second, a pair of wind-attributed wings grew from Feng Xiaotian's back. He flew into the air and looked down at Zhao Zilong. "I don't know what your third and fourth soul skills are, but I refuse to believe you can defeat me while I'm in the air."

Zhao Zilong looked at Feng Xiaotian in the air, his gaze gradually turning serious, though he still teased him in a relaxed manner. "Your martial soul is clearly a wolf, so why can you fly? But then again, how are you going to defeat me from up there?"

Feng Xiaotian stopped with a disdainful snort. "Hmph, First Soul Skill: Wind Blade Formation."

Zhao Zilong saw that the Wind Blade Formation was now much faster than before and immediately used Lingbo Weibu to evade it.

Watching Zhao Zilong's bedraggled state from the air, Feng Xiaotian sneered. "My second soul skill, Demon Wolf Possession, increases my attack, defense, and agility by fifty percent. You said earlier that my soul power was inferior to yours. Now I'll tell you why, despite having Innate Full Soul Power, I only have rank 44 soul power even now—because I have always been cultivating a self-created soul skill."

As he spoke, wind blades appeared on Feng Xiaotian's wings and hands, six in total. He dove down from the air and growled, "Take this! Gale Wolf: Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes."

As Feng Xiaotian's speed suddenly increased severalfold, Zhao Zilong immediately retreated. One slash missed, yet Feng Xiaotian's speed did not slow. Instead, it became even faster.

Zhao Zilong also accelerated his Lingbo Weibu, dodging continuously and leaving behind one afterimage after another across the arena. Feng Xiaotian's wings merged with his arms as he slashed again and again. The force of his attacks grew increasingly powerful, and their speed increased along with it. Its greatest feature was using speed and gravity to continuously strengthen his attack power.

Zhao Zilong realized that if he continued dodging, he would definitely be hit. Of the Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, only twelve strikes had been completed. As for how powerful the final blow would be after all thirty-six slashes were completed, Zhao Zilong had no desire to find out.

"Byakugan." In an instant, Zhao Zilong's pupils turned white, and veins bulged around his eyes, making him look somewhat terrifying. Yet at that moment, Zhao Zilong could clearly see the acupoints on Feng Xiaotian's body. The weaker an acupoint was, the more obvious the point of light above it became.

Feng Xiaotian saw Zhao Zilong's entire aura change in an instant, but at this point, he had no choice but to continue his consecutive slashes.

"Acupoint Strike..." As Feng Xiaotian drew close, Zhao Zilong stopped dodging and directly closed in, striking the acupoint on Feng Xiaotian's arm.

With a snap, the Acupoint Strike instantly dispersed the soul power in Feng Xiaotian's arm. The wind blade that had been covering his arm vanished at once.

Feng Xiaotian was shocked. The wind blade on his other arm still came chopping down at Zhao Zilong, but Zhao Zilong did not dodge. With another Acupoint Strike, he similarly shattered Feng Xiaotian's wind blade.

Feng Xiaotian's Gale Wolf: Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes instantly failed. Shocked, Feng Xiaotian immediately tried to retreat, but Zhao Zilong would not give him the chance. At such close range, Zhao Zilong would not let him fly back into the air.

"Gentle Fist." Zhao Zilong's palms continuously landed on Feng Xiaotian's body. After several consecutive strikes, he sealed several of Feng Xiaotian's major acupoints, making it difficult for him to circulate his soul power.

"Cough, cough... How could this happen?" Feng Xiaotian spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his mask red. Those around him watched in confusion. Feng Xiaotian had been so imposing just moments ago, yet after only a few palm strikes from Zhao Zilong, he was coughing up blood. Was his physique really that poor?

"It's over." With that, Zhao Zilong delivered another palm strike directly to Feng Xiaotian's chest. Feng Xiaotian flew away like a kite with its string cut, sent flying by Zhao Zilong's palm.

Feng Xiaotian lay on the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood. He could not understand why Zhao Zilong's fists and palms were so powerful. Zhao Zilong, however, did not waste any time and called to the host, "He's already fallen. Aren't you going to announce my victory?"

"Wait..." At that moment, Feng Xiaotian struggled up from the ground. He looked at Zhao Zilong with intense unwillingness in his eyes. He still had plenty of soul power left, but for some reason, he was inexplicably unable to use it. His internal organs also throbbed with pain as he asked, "What soul skill is this? Why can't I use my soul power?"

"I only sealed your soul power temporarily. Don't worry—at most, after an hour, the acupoints I sealed with Acupoint Strike will naturally be released." Zhao Zilong explained, "All right, are you going to admit defeat yourself, or should I throw you off the arena?"

"You sealed my soul power?" Feng Xiaotian found it hard to believe, but he truly could not circulate his soul power right now. He had also suffered internal injuries and was no match for Zhao Zilong. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I concede."

The host immediately announced, "Contestant Feng Xiaotian concedes. Contestant Zhao Zilong wins."

Seeing such a baffling situation, the people from the other academies were all stunned. Zhao Zilong actually possessed a method to seal an opponent's soul power—then what was the point of fighting? After all, without soul power, a soul master was no different from an ordinary person, aside from having slightly better physical fitness.

Hearing that he had won, Zhao Zilong turned and prepared to leave. Feng Xiaotian suddenly called out, "Although I lost to you, I won't give up on Huo Wu. Sooner or later, I'll defeat you."