Hurricane Canyon Core Area

Whoosh~

Just as expected, Feng Xiaotian's other wing was also severed by the Cutting Wind Wheel. His Gale Demon Wolf Eighteen Consecutive Slashes had been ended before he could even unleash a single slash.

"Pfft~"

With his soul skill broken, Feng Xiaotian immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the air, barely managing to steady himself with one hand on the ground.

On the other side, Mo Hui recalled the Cutting Wind Wheel and condensed it to a diameter of thirty centimeters. Holding it in one hand, he slowly walked toward Feng Xiaotian.

First Soul Skill, Air Blade Array!

Feng Xiaotian still refused to give up. His first soul ring lit up, and ten wind blades immediately shot toward the approaching Mo Hui.

The ten wind blades came at him together, almost sealing off Mo Hui's path forward. Even a Soul Ancestor would have avoided the edge of such an attack, yet Mo Hui showed no intention of dodging.

Holding the Cutting Wind Wheel in one hand, Mo Hui continued walking toward Feng Xiaotian at an unhurried pace while cutting down the wind blades before him. His casual manner left everyone present dumbfounded.

Seeing that the ten wind blades were useless, Feng Xiaotian rapidly clawed forward with both hands, firing even more wind blades in an attempt to halt Mo Hui's advance.

But Mo Hui merely smiled disdainfully. Another Cutting Wind Wheel appeared in his other hand, and he threw both of them out. Like protective shields, the two Cutting Wind Wheels circled around Mo Hui, knocking down every wind blade that came at him.

As Mo Hui continued forward, he said to Feng Xiaotian, "Your fists and kicks lack strength, your wind blades lack precision, your rhythm is a mess, and your soul skills are sluggish. Not one thing about you is worth mentioning. You think you deserve to contend with me? Keep dreaming!"

With that, Mo Hui arrived before Feng Xiaotian. He recalled one of the wind wheels, held the Cutting Wind Wheel in his hand, and swung it directly at Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian closed his eyes. Yet after waiting for a long time, the pain he expected never came. When he opened his eyes, he discovered that Mo Hui had already withdrawn the wind wheel and had reached the edge of the Soul Duel Arena, where he jumped down.

It had only been a match, after all. Mo Hui naturally could not truly have cut him. The Cutting Wind Wheel was not a wind blade—if it truly struck, it would likely slice him in half in an instant.

At the same time, this battle allowed Mo Hui to confirm the level of his strength.

Although Feng Xiaotian had yet to obtain his fourth soul ring, he was still a level forty powerhouse. His Gale Twin-Headed Wolf martial soul was also an exceptionally formidable martial soul. The fact that Mo Hui could easily defeat him showed that his strength had already surpassed the level of a Soul Elder. Perhaps even many Soul Ancestors would not be his match.

Under such circumstances, Mo Hui naturally no longer had any interest in continuing to duel. He immediately left Godwind Academy's Soul Duel Arena with Pidgeotto and prepared to head to Hurricane Canyon to continue raising his Soul Power Level.

Over at the Soul Duel Arena, it was only after Mo Hui had left that the people present finally came back to their senses and began discussing the matter fervently.

It was simply unbelievable. A child who had only just broken through to Soul Elder had actually defeated Feng Xiaotian, who had already reached level forty. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought someone was joking.

Feng Xiaotian's current strength was enough to rank among the top five in Godwind Academy. Aside from a few senior students who had already broken through to Soul Ancestor, Feng Xiaotian was the strongest. Even his Self-Created Soul Skill, Gale Demon Wolf Eighteen Consecutive Slashes, had been praised by the dean, its power no weaker than an ordinary Fourth Soul Skill.

Yet when Feng Xiaotian fought the new student named Mo Hui, he had lost utterly. He had been crushed in both close combat and at range, and his Self-Created Soul Skill had even been broken on the spot.

Mo Hui's final evaluation of Feng Xiaotian, in particular, had cut straight to the heart. The students who had fought Mo Hui before all felt a trace of relief.

Fortunately, he had not said those words when he fought them, or their confidence in the path of cultivation might have shattered.

"Xiaotian, are you all right?"

At that moment, Feng Yunfan, who had been watching beneath the stage, flew onto the Soul Duel Platform and helped Feng Xiaotian up, asking with concern.

"I'm fine! He held back and did not injure any of my vital areas."

Feng Xiaotian shook his head and replied.

Suddenly, Feng Xiaotian sighed and said to Feng Yunfan beside him, "Yunfan, do you know? I once thought I was a genius. Innate Full Soul Power, breaking through to Soul Ancestor at twenty, creating my own soul skill—each of these was something others considered almost impossible, yet I accomplished them all. In the end, I became somewhat lost amid the glory and praise of others."

"Xiaotian..."

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian quickly waved his hand, stopping Feng Yunfan from saying anything further.

Then Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and forcibly calmed himself. "Mo Hui was right. I have far too many flaws. My fists and kicks lack strength, my wind blades lack precision, my rhythm is chaotic, and my soul skills are sluggish. Before him, there is almost nothing about me that is worth mentioning."

"No wonder he was unwilling to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with me. We are not the same kind of people at all. A Martial Soul Fusion Skill between us could never succeed, and even if we forced it to succeed, its power would not be very great."

At this point, Feng Xiaotian suddenly laughed at himself. He had actually tried to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with the other party. Looking back, it was truly laughable.

Meanwhile, Mo Hui had already bought a month's worth of food and arrived at the inner region of Hurricane Canyon with Pidgeotto.

Entering the inner region had once been somewhat difficult for him, but now that he had broken through to level thirty and Pidgey had evolved into Pidgeotto, the winds of the inner region could no longer affect him.

Perhaps I can try cultivating in the core area.

Mo Hui thought to himself.

After reaching level thirty, the difficulty of cultivation had risen sharply. Although his meditation efficiency was now no worse than that of other geniuses, it was no longer possible to maintain his previous pace of gaining six levels a year.

But if he could obtain stronger external assistance, perhaps his cultivation speed could increase further.

This body was eleven and a half years old. There were only eight and a half years left before the golden period of cultivation ended at the age of twenty. During that time, he needed to do everything he could to raise his level.

The reason many things were difficult was, in truth, simply because one's level was insufficient. As long as one's level was high enough, many problems that had once seemed difficult would no longer be problems at all.

With that in mind, Mo Hui headed toward the core area of Hurricane Canyon with Pidgeotto.

The moment he entered the core area, Mo Hui felt an enormous gust of wind blow toward him. Not only did it make every step difficult, but the small wind blades that occasionally swept past also sent cold sweat down his back.

"Not good. The winds here are actually no weaker than the gale created by that two-thousand-year Hurricane Bird!"

Seeing the state of the core area, Mo Hui immediately realized something was wrong. Forget cultivation—even sitting here would mean worrying about being blown down into the canyon by the wind.

Just as Mo Hui was preparing to leave the core area, a thin figure appeared before him.