Academy Fighting Arena, Defeated with One Sword

The four soon arrived at Godwind Academy's Fighting Arena.

It was an open-air venue. Though not particularly large, it was fully equipped, with three rings arranged in a triangular formation.

At that moment, students were engaged in fierce clashes on every ring. Their dazzling soul skills flashed brilliantly, and explosive booms from colliding skills rang out from time to time.

Many students had gathered below the rings to watch.

"Hello, Dean!"

"Senior Student Feng!"

Upon seeing Dean Feng and Feng Xiaotian arrive, quite a few students respectfully greeted them.

When their gazes fell upon Ji Xuan and the other man, there was added curiosity and scrutiny.

Some infatuated female students could not help whispering among themselves as they looked at Ji Xuan's handsome face and exceptional bearing.

"Who is that handsome guy? He's so handsome..."

"I haven't seen him before, but he isn't wearing the academy uniform. He probably isn't from our academy."

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend."

Ji Xuan paid no attention to the stares and murmurs around him, his expression remaining unchanged.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was even more like an invisible man, concealing his aura as he silently followed behind Ji Xuan.

Feng Xiaotian looked at the ongoing match on the ring and said to Ji Xuan, "Brother Ji, it seems we'll have to wait a moment."

"No matter," Ji Xuan said calmly.

About half an incense stick later.

A winner was decided on one of the rings. The two students jumped down, leaving the ring empty.

"Brother Ji, please." Feng Xiaotian gestured with one hand.

Ji Xuan gave a slight nod, lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, and gracefully leaped onto the ring.

Feng Xiaotian followed close behind, jumping onto the ring and standing opposite Ji Xuan.

When the crowd saw Feng Xiaotian, one of the academy's most prominent figures, step onto the ring against an unfamiliar youth, a commotion immediately erupted below.

"Senior Student Feng is going to spar with someone?"

"Who is that kid? He looks so young. How dare he challenge Senior Student Feng?"

"Senior Student Feng is the number one genius of our academy. This will be worth watching!"

"Go, Senior Student Feng!!"

"Go, handsome guy!!" A few female students cheered for Ji Xuan.

The referee was one of the academy's instructors. He looked toward Dean Feng below, and upon seeing the dean nod, stepped forward and spoke according to custom, "Both sides, prepare!"

"Feng Xiaotian, martial soul: Gale Twin-Headed Wolf. Level Thirty-Eight Battle Soul Elder. Please enlighten me!"

As soon as he spoke, a loud wolf howl rang out. Cyan Soul Power surged from Feng Xiaotian's body, forming the phantom of a Gale Twin-Headed Wolf. Two yellow and one purple Soul Rings rose beneath his feet, slowly pulsing.

"Ji Xuan, Level Thirty-Five Battle Soul Elder. Please enlighten me." Ji Xuan did not release his martial soul.

After two months, his Soul Power had risen by another level.

"Brother Ji, aren't you releasing your martial soul?" Feng Xiaotian was slightly taken aback as he asked in confusion.

Ji Xuan nodded calmly without saying anything more.

The crowd beneath the ring instantly broke into an uproar.

"What! That kid isn't even using his martial soul?"

"Is he crazy? How dare he be so arrogant when facing Senior Student Feng!"

"That kid is looking down on Senior Student Feng far too much!"

"Did none of you notice that he's already Level Thirty-Five at such a young age?"

On the ring, Feng Xiaotian said in a low voice, "In that case, excuse me!"

"First Soul Skill, Wind Blade Array!"

A cyan vortex formed in Feng Xiaotian's hands. Immediately afterward, a cross-shaped wind blade swept toward Ji Xuan, intending to shred him apart.

Ji Xuan did not even move his feet. He merely raised his right hand, held two fingers together like a sword, and casually slashed through the air before him.

Boom—

A sharp sword aura struck the wind blade with perfect precision, instantly shattering it.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian gave a low shout. "Second Soul Skill, Twin Wolf Possession!"

A wolf howl sounded, and Feng Xiaotian's attack, defense, and speed rose by fifty percent.

Immediately afterward, his Third Soul Ring lit up. "Third Soul Skill, Gale Wings!"

A pair of enormous cyan wings unfurled from behind Feng Xiaotian. With a beat of those wings, he hovered in midair.

"Brother Ji, be careful!"

From that earlier probe, he knew Ji Xuan's strength was not as simple as it appeared.

Perhaps only by using his strongest Self-Created Soul Skill would he have even the slightest chance.

Gale Magic Wolf Twenty Consecutive Slashes!

Feng Xiaotian transformed into a cyan streak of light and dove downward. Twisting through the air, he slashed at Ji Xuan with the wings on his back.

Feng Xiaotian was incredibly fast. An ordinary Soul Elder would likely not even have time to react.

Yet in Ji Xuan's eyes, Feng Xiaotian's movements were perfectly clear.

He still did not release his martial soul. He merely raised a hand and made a grasping motion through the air. Wind element surged around him, condensing into a solid cyan longsword in his palm.

With a flick of his wrist, Ji Xuan met every one of Feng Xiaotian's attacks.

Screech! Screech! Screech...

In the blink of an eye, Feng Xiaotian had gathered force nineteen times.

Ji Xuan could clearly sense that the force behind every strike was steadily growing stronger. The final strike was enough to threaten even high-level Soul Ancestors.

The students below were dumbfounded. Senior Student Feng had attacked so many times.

Yet Ji Xuan had not moved a single step or released his martial soul, and he still dealt with everything effortlessly.

Just then, as Feng Xiaotian's final strike was about to descend.

Ji Xuan moved.

This time, Ji Xuan moved very quickly.

His figure flickered, and like Ghostly, he abruptly appeared at Feng Xiaotian's side. The flat of his sword struck Feng Xiaotian's point of exertion with incomparable precision.

It happened to interrupt Feng Xiaotian's most critical rhythm!

Feng Xiaotian only felt the surging Soul Power throughout his body abruptly stagnate.

Then, like a deflated ball, the momentum he had accumulated instantly collapsed.

He gave a muffled groan and fell from the air. His blood and qi churned violently, and the Twenty Consecutive Slashes that were about to be unleashed were forcibly suppressed.

The wings behind him also dispersed.

The entire Fighting Arena instantly fell silent.

Everyone stared at the ring in utter disbelief.

The powerful Senior Student Feng in their hearts had had his strongest Self-Created Soul Skill defeated by a single sword strike?!

Below, Dean Feng's pupils contracted sharply.

Was this the strength of Spirit Hall's future Holy Son?

He had defeated his grandson without even using his martial soul.

Moreover, his control over the wind element had reached such an astonishing level.

A moment later, Feng Xiaotian rose to his feet on the ring, panting heavily, his eyes filled with disbelief and frustration.

Ji Xuan was clearly far younger than him and had far less Soul Power, yet he had been defeated so thoroughly. Even his strongest killing move had been effortlessly dismantled.

Furthermore, Ji Xuan was much faster than him. He had not even had a chance to react before the outcome had already been decided.

After a long while, Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath, suppressed his roiling blood and qi, and clasped his fists toward Ji Xuan. "Brother Ji, I concede wholeheartedly!"

"You let me win." Ji Xuan nodded slightly and dispersed the cyan longsword in his hand.

The referee announced, "The winner is Ji Xuan."

Only then did the crowd below come back to their senses, immediately breaking into heated discussion...

Some girls cheered for Ji Xuan, while others discussed his identity...

Ji Xuan paid them no mind. He and Feng Xiaotian jumped down from the ring one after the other.

They did not linger at the Fighting Arena. The four headed toward the Dean's Office.