The Sycophant Wolf's Curtain Call
As expected, even though Tang San's Soul Power was much stronger than at the same time in the original story, the lineup he deployed was also much stronger.
However, without the Ice Immunity skill, when facing Skywater Academy Shui Bing'er's Ice Phoenix Martial Soul, Shrek... or rather, Tang San, the Control-type Soul Master, was controlled from beginning to end. It wasn't until Tang San used his Green Hair External Soul Bone to break Shui Bing'er's Ice Seal and finally dodged the giant Ice and Snow Drifting Ice Phoenix formed by the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the Skywater Academy's Captain Shui Bing'er and Vice Captain Xue Wu that he was able to turn the tide of battle.
Even so, it completely shattered Tang San's mental state.
Because they were both control and support-type Soul Master, he was completely defeated by Shui Bing'er in a true sense.
At this moment, Godwind Academy had already requested the referee to arrange a one-on-one duel between their captain Feng Xiaotian, and Imperial Fighting Team captain Ye Qinghe, with the outcome determining the winner of the match.
Ye Qinghe agreed.
Because the giant Ice Phoenix formed by Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu 'Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Ice and Snow Drifting, froze the entire arena, they had to wait for the staff of the Great Soul Arena to thaw it before they could compete.
Dugu Yan said to Ye Qinghe, "Little Ye, that Shui Bing'er from the Skywater Academy is amazing. She managed to keep Tang San completely under her control from beginning to end. If it weren't for his Soul Bone, he would never be a match for Shui Bing'er."
Ye Qinghe nodded, "At sixteen, to have cultivated to level forty-three on her own, she is indeed a smart and remarkable girl."
Bibi Dong, standing to the side, also affirmed Shui Bing'er's talent and suggested, "Xiao Ye, since you plan to establish a sect later, why not consider recruiting her? With your abilities, I believe she won't refuse."
"We'll see." Ye Qinghe wasn't in the mood for that right now.
As for establishing a sect, it was mostly just to spite that old bastard Ning Fengzhi.
With the Shrek Academy and Skywater Academy exiting the competition.
The spectators began to discuss the match.
The discussion centered on Tang San and Shui Bing'er, two Control-type Soul Master.
Many people believe that Tang San won because of the advantage of his Soul Bone.
In addition, Tang San had just obtained three Soul Bone that were over 50,000 years old when it was revealed that he was Ning Fengzhi's son-in-law.
As a result, many people say that Tang San is a kept man.
Such remarks only ended when Ye Qinghe and Feng Xiaotian stage.
After Feng Xiaotian, Ye Qinghe's figure blurred, and he had already appeared in the center of the main Soul Fighting arena. The terrifying speed he displayed made almost all the Soul Master present turn their heads in surprise. The other spectators were full of amazement.
Feng Xiaotian saw Ye Qinghe suddenly appear, although he was somewhat prepared, he still couldn't help but feel a chill.
Because he hadn't even seen how Ye Qinghe appeared.
He only felt a figure flicker before his eyes, and Ye Qinghe appeared in front of him.
The referee signaled to both sides that they could release their Martial Soul.
This time, however, Ye Qinghe did not release his Martial Soul. He simply said to Feng Xiaotian, "My Soul Power has reached level fifty-six. You have no chance of winning. But you suit my taste. Out of respect, as long as you can force out my Martial Soul, you will win."
"Thank you." Feng Xiaotian didn't try to be brave.
He knew that defeating Ye Qinghe was impossible; the gap between them was simply too great.
Four Soul Ring, two yellow and two purple, suddenly rose from beneath his feet. Accompanied by a sharp, long howl, a faint blue light surged from Feng Xiaotian's body. As the blue light rippled, a wolf's head appeared on Feng Xiaotian's left shoulder, his muscles swelled, and his height increased to over two meters. His hair was instantly dyed blue.
This is Feng Xiaotian's Martial Soul, the Gale Twin-Headed Wolf, a powerful Martial Soul that mutated from the Gale Demon Wolf and is close to being a top-tier Martial Soul soul.
Knowing Ye Qinghe's formidable strength, Feng Xiaotian dared not be careless in the slightest. He immediately unleashed his full power. As his Second Soul Ring lit up, a phantom of a blue two-headed wolf appeared behind him and then merged with his body.
Feng Xiaotian's attack, defense, and agility instantly increased by fifty percent.
With his enhanced strength, he accelerated almost instantly, rushing straight towards Ye Qinghe, leaving streaks of cyan light behind him.
Its speed is comparable to that of other agility-based Soul Master of the same level.
The moment he pounced, Feng Xiaotian's First Soul Ring lit up, his sharp gaze locked onto Ye Qinghe. Before he even arrived, his wolf claws had already lashed out, ten semi-circular wind blades carrying the sound of tearing through the air, blocking Ye Qinghe's escape route.
This is Feng Xiaotian's first Soul Skill: Wind Blade Array.
Facing these wind blades, Ye Qinghe narrowed his eyes and simply made a simple movement to break through them.
Dark Red Light surged from his right hand, and a tiger's head, about a meter in diameter, shot out. The wind blades vanished as soon as they made contact with it.
Feng Xiaotian, who was charging forward, froze, greatly surprised. Using Soul Ring Skill without even using his Martial Soul? Had Ye Qinghe's mastery of Soul Skill reached this level?
Although its power was far less than that of the Evil God Assault under the Martial Soul Possession, Feng Xiaotian dared not take this move head-on.
His entire body leaped up, twisting in the air in a spiral shape. After dodging Ye Qinghe's tiger head attack in an extremely strange posture, he dared not try to get close to Ye Qinghe again, and his third Soul Ring lit up.
A pair of enormous cyan wings unfurled from his back, merging with his arms to form two cyan light blades that carried him into the sky.
Ye Qinghe made no attempt to stop him, letting him do as he pleased.
"Next, I'm going to use my Self-Created Soul Skill, the Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes. Be careful."
Feng Xiaotian knew that Ye Qinghe was giving him a chance to take off; otherwise, given Ye Qinghe's speed, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to ascend at all.
He also chose to reveal his Self-Created Soul Skill as a sign of respect.
After saying this, Feng Xiaotian swooped down and unleashed his first strike with his wings at an extremely precise angle.
when.
Ye Qinghe, wearing special combat gloves, easily clamped Feng Xiaotian's twin blades between his hands.
"Bare hands." Feng Xiaotian was shocked. His Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes could even cut through granite, yet Ye Qinghe caught it with his bare hands. Just how strong were his hands?
Tang San, watching from below the stage, was also greatly surprised. He knew Ye Qinghe was very strong in close combat, but only his Tang Sect's Mysterious Jade Hand could achieve such a feat. Could it be that the opponent had also cultivated a skill similar to the Mysterious Jade Hand? Or perhaps...
"Continue." Ye Qinghe decided to personally experience the Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, and also test the extent of his Mysterious Jade Hand.
Ding ding ding... After receiving the sixteenth strike, Ye Qinghe felt a stinging pain.
He knew that the limit of the Mysterious Jade Hand had been reached, and he was somewhat disappointed with this martial art.
Although his Mysterious Jade Hand technique has not yet reached perfection, even if it were, it wouldn't be able to keep up with his pace, and in most cases, it could only serve as an auxiliary.
Ye Qinghe, no longer willing to test the Mysterious Jade Hand, chose to evade.
As a result, every time Feng Xiaotian made a slash, Ye Qinghe would change his position and miss. This continued until the Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes were all used up, without touching Ye Qinghe even slightly.
"I lost." Feng Xiaotian stopped dejectedly, his face full of bitter smiles and relief.