"Zhang Yang, Martial Soul: Borsalino, level 79 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Sage. Please."
Seeing the monstrous Soul Rings on Zhang Yang, Feng Xiaotian and the other two nearly cursed out loud.
What the hell was there to "please" about?
How were they supposed to fight that?
Did you grow this much overnight?
In the Four Elements Academy camp, the shocked expressions on Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er's beautiful faces had frozen.
"Th-this is impossible." Shui Bing'er stared at Zhang Yang in disbelief. "Isn't he several years younger than us? How could he be this strong?"
Yu Tianxin, standing beside her, sighed. "Geniuses have never made sense."
Feng Xiaotian and the other two were now stuck between a rock and a hard place.
How could the three of them possibly be a match for a level 79 Soul Sage?
But now that all their Martial Souls were out, could they really put them away again?
Fight.
Feng Xiaotian was the first to react. He accelerated instantly and charged straight at Zhang Yang, leaving a long trail of azure light and shadow behind him. He was extremely fast.
As the Wolf Claws extended from his hands, his First Soul Ring lit up. With a sweep of his arms, dozens of sharp wind blades seemed to erupt from his hands in an instant. The scattered blades filled the air and shrouded Zhang Yang's entire body.
After five years apart, Feng Xiaotian's strength had indeed improved greatly. It was the same First Soul Skill, but the power it displayed was completely different.
However, Feng Xiaotian's Wind Blade Formation had no presence at all before Zhang Yang. It looked flashy, but if Zhang Yang wanted to dodge, he would not even need to use [Elementalization].
Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang moved at the same