Defeating the Enemy in One Move

Feng Xiaotian completely lost control!

His originally handsome face twisted with extreme fury, his eyes bloodshot, while the azure Soul Power surrounding him roiled like boiling flames, radiating a dangerous, violent aura. With the Gale Wolf Martial Soul Possession, his body became even more agile, and his nails sharpened, gleaming with a chilling light.

"Third Soul Skill, Gale Wings!"

"First Soul Skill, Wind Blade Array!"

He held nothing back, immediately unleashing his strongest enhancement Soul Skill and attack Soul Skill. A pair of enormous azure energy wings condensed behind his back. With a fierce flap, he vanished from the spot like a ghostly figure, moving so fast that afterimages streaked through the air! At the same time, dozens of incomparably condensed azure wind blades shrieked sharply as they shot toward Zhang Bufan from every tricky angle like a swarm of bees!

This combination was his usual opening move. With its extreme speed and dense barrage of attacks, it often allowed him to seize an absolute advantage from the outset, even instantly killing his opponent!

Cries of alarm rose from the Audience Seats. In his rage, Feng Xiaotian seemed even stronger than usual! The sharpness of those wind blades and the terror of that speed made even many Soul Ancestor-level contestants' scalps tingle!

"So fast!"

"Zhang Bufan is in danger now!"

"Feng Xiaotian really intends to kill him!"

In Blazing Fire Academy's section, Huo Wu temporarily suppressed her embarrassment and anger as she watched the arena nervously. Though she was furious that Zhang Bufan had acted so frivolously toward her, she did not want anyone to die. Feng Xiaotian's assault was simply too ferocious!

On the Imperial Fighting Team's side, Yu Tianheng and the others wore grave expressions. If they had been in his place, they doubted they could have lasted even three seconds against Feng Xiaotian's opening burst!

Yet before this terrifying attack, enough to tear an ordinary Soul Ancestor to shreds, Zhang Bufan remained standing where he was without moving so much as a foot.

He even had time to yawn.

The wind blades filling the sky were about to swallow him whole.

At that critical moment, Zhang Bufan finally moved.

He did not dodge, did not block, and did not even summon his Martial Soul.

He merely raised his right hand lazily. Facing the azure wolf shadow and sharp wind blades sweeping toward him, he spread his fingers, then... gently clenched them.

Yes, it was that simple. He merely closed his hand gently, as though trying to grasp a wisp of wind.

There was no glow of Soul Power, no eruption of momentum.

But at the instant his fingers closed—

"Boom!!!"

A dull, thunderous explosion rang out, as though a hammer had struck every person's heart with savage force!

The countless fierce wind blades were instantly crushed by an invisible giant hand, turning into the most basic particles of Soul Power and vanishing into nothingness!

Meanwhile, Feng Xiaotian, whose speed had soared to its limit and who was cutting in from an uncanny angle at the side, preparing to unleash the opening move of the Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, felt as if he had slammed headlong into an invisible, indestructible barrier!

No, it was not a barrier! The entire world was rejecting him, crushing him!

"Puh—!"

His charging body flew backward even faster than it had come, like a kite with its string cut. While still in the air, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood, which traced a miserable arc through the sky. The Gale Wings behind him shattered instantly, and his Martial Soul Possession was forcibly interrupted!

"Bang!!"

He crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena dozens of meters away, rolling several more times before coming to a stop. His entire body curled up as he coughed violently, blood continuously spilling from his mouth and staining his azure uniform red. He struggled to rise, but it felt as if every bone in his body had fallen apart. His Soul Power was in utter chaos, and he could not even lift a finger.

Just one clench!

One casual clench!

He had not even touched him!

Yet he had utterly defeated Feng Xiaotian, who had activated his strongest state, possessed peak Soul Ancestor strength, and mastered a Self-Created Soul Skill! It was a completely one-sided defeat, without the slightest suspense!

The entire arena once again fell into a suffocating silence.

If defeating Shi Lie with a single finger had shocked everyone, then crushing Feng Xiaotian with one move—if it could even be called a move—filled them with unparalleled terror and horror!

This had completely surpassed their understanding of what a "genius" was! This was simply not something a human could do!

In the VIP section, Xue Ye abruptly rose to his feet, his face filled with disbelief. The folding fan in Ning Fengzhi's hand snapped shut, his gaze incomparably grave. Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, two experts standing at the pinnacle of the continent, also revealed solemn expressions for the first time.

"This boy... is destined for greatness," Ning Fengzhi said slowly.

In the Audience Seats, everyone seemed to have their throats clutched shut, unable to make a sound. Those who had previously believed Zhang Bufan had merely relied on tricks or luck all shut their mouths, leaving only profound awe.

In Blazing Fire Academy's section, Huo Wu covered her small mouth, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared at the youth on the stage, who remained as calm as ever. The shock in her heart was beyond measure. She had always believed Feng Xiaotian stood at the peak of the younger generation, yet before this Zhang Bufan... he was so utterly helpless?! What... what kind of monster was he?!

In the Imperial Fighting Team's rest area, Yu Tianheng and the others had gone completely numb. They looked at Zhang Bufan as if they were looking at a living legend.

The referee stood stunned for a long while again before finally announcing in a trembling voice, "The... Imperial Fighting Team's Zhang Bufan... wins!"

Zhang Bufan shook his hand as though he had merely swatted a particularly noisy fly to death. He did not even glance at Feng Xiaotian, who lay in the distance like a dead dog. Instead, his gaze crossed the arena again and landed precisely on the red-clad girl in the stands, who was still frozen in shock.

His eyes seemed to say, See? I'm far stronger than him. And I only act this way toward you.

The dominance, confidence, and faint trace of tenderness in his gaze—at least in his own opinion—made Huo Wu's heart inexplicably skip a beat. The blush that had only just faded from her cheeks showed signs of returning. She hurriedly looked away, not daring to meet his gaze again, while her heart raced like a frightened deer and her thoughts fell into utter chaos.

This shameless rogue... although he is despicable... he... really is... absurdly strong...

Zhang Bufan withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, slipped his hands into his pockets, and leisurely walked off the arena as though strolling through his own backyard.

He left the tens of thousands of spectators immersed in boundless shock and complicated emotions.

Imperial Fighting Team, Zhang Bufan. After this battle, that name was no longer merely associated with "mystery" and "strength." It had also gained shades of "arrogance," "dominance," and... "madly in love" in the eyes of outsiders.

His legend had only just begun. And his story with that Goddess of Flames had officially begun as well.