Xue Ye paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.
The Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Continuous Slashes have stacking power, becoming stronger with each subsequent strike.
However, the stronger the attack, the greater the self-consumption.
The thirty-sixth strike is the pinnacle, and also Feng Xiaotian's current limit.
If Feng Xiaotian cannot defeat his opponent after that strike, he will be exhausted.
Zhou Qiubai was waiting for that one moment.
On the competition stage, Feng Xiaotian finally understood.
But it was too late.
Once the Thirty-Six Slashes begin, they cannot be stopped.
Stopping means failure.
He had no choice but to continue.
The cyan blade light grew brighter and brighter, each slash accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air.
Zhou Qiubai's breathing remained steady, and his steps remained light and agile.
Feng Xiaotian's arm began to go numb.
He gritted his teeth and mustered his last bit of strength.
As the slash came down, Zhou Qiubai still easily dodged it.
Feng Xiaotian landed, his legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.
One final strike.
The pinnacle of the Thirty-Six Slashes.
He took a deep breath, channeling all his Soul Power into the blades in his hands.
The Two-Headed Wolf shadow behind him let out a deafening howl and completely merged with his body.
A burst of blue light erupted from him, illuminating the entire arena.
He leaped up, bringing his two sharp blades together to form a ten-zhang-long azure giant blade, which slashed down from the sky.
Zhou Qiubai looked up at the giant cyan blade descending from the sky.
He moved.
It's not about moving backward.
It's forward.
With one step, his figure suddenly split in two.
The cyan giant blade slashed down, shattering the illusion into dust, while Zhou Qiubai's true form had already appeared behind Feng Xiaotian.
The White Clothes Sword rested gently on the back of his neck, its tip icy cold.
Feng Xiaotian froze in mid-air as the enormous cyan blade slowly dissipated, leaving the scene completely silent.
Three breaths later, cheers erupted.
" Zhou Qiubai! Zhou Qiubai! Zhou Qiubai!"
Feng Xiaotian landed, turned around, and looked at the White Clothes youth in front of him.
Although it had always been Zhou Qiubai Feng Xiaotian one-on-one, while the other six had been nowhere to be seen, Feng Xiaotian already knew the situation very well.
On the Godwind Academy's sidelines, all six players who went on stage were injured.
It's no longer necessary to guess who did it.
His breathing was rapid, sweat streamed down his face, and his arms trembled slightly.
Clearly, Feng Xiaotian has already overdrawn his resources.
However, the foundation was not damaged.
But there was no resentment in his eyes, only an indescribable emotion.
He remained silent for a long while, then suddenly spoke, "I lost."
Zhou Qiubai sheathed his sword, his white robes as White Clothes as snow, without even a drop of sweat.
He looked at Feng Xiaotian and said calmly, "You didn't lose to the sword."
Feng Xiaotian looked up at him.
"We lost to patience."
Feng Xiaotian was stunned, then laughed.
This time, it wasn't a loud laugh, but a relieved smile.
" Zhou Qiubai, you're really infuriating."
Zhou Qiubai also laughed, "This was taught by Yang Guyun."
Yang Guyun, sitting in the audience, was stunned for a moment.
What's that guy saying in such a furtive way?
From the stands, Dugu Yan let out a long sigh, "That's it?"
Yu Tianheng nodded. "It's over."
"That Thirty-Six Slash, so powerful, and it ended just like that?" Even Yu Feng, whose Martial Soul was only slightly related to the wind attribute, felt inferior to Feng Xiaotian's Soul Skill.
"It's powerful, but it consumes too much Soul Power and has many flaws," Yu Tianheng said. "He put all his power into that final strike; once it's done, it's over. Zhou Qiubai has been waiting for that moment."
Dugu Yan seemed lost in thought.
The members of the Godwind Academy rushed onto the stage and surrounded Feng Xiaotian.
"Captain, are you alright?"
Feng Xiaotian waved his hand, his gaze still fixed on Zhou Qiubai.
"Tonight, the tavern," he said. "My treat."
Zhou Qiubai nodded. "Okay."
The two looked at each other, and smiles bloomed on their faces.
That evening, Youjianxiao Tavern tavern on the west street of Heaven Dou City.
There was no other name for it; the tavern was simply called " Youjianxiao Tavern " Tavern.
The storefront is small, and the signboard looks a bit old, but the rich aroma of wine can waft three streets away.
The owner, Old Man Zhang, is a short, stout old man in his fifties. His winemaking skills are superb; it's said that even several high-ranking eunuchs from the imperial palace have sneaked out to buy his wine.
When Zhou Qiubai and his companions arrived, Feng Xiaotian was already waiting by the window. Four small dishes were already laid out on the table, and the seals on the two jars of wine had been opened.
"You're here!" Feng Xiaotian stood up, a bright smile on his face, and greeted, "Please sit down!"
As soon as Zhou Qiubai sat down, he swept the dishes off the table.
Yang Guyun leaned the Returnless Spear against the table and then sat down.
But Chen Xuan continued reading.
Feng Xiaotian was slightly taken aback, then turned to Chen Xuan: "Brother Chen, what's this...?"
Zhou Qiubai waved his hand, looking helpless. "Never mind him, he reads even while eating."
Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but laugh. He poured wine for the three of them, raised his bowl, and said, "Come on, bottoms up! That was a really good fight today."
Zhou Qiubai picked up his bowl and clinked it against his.
Yang Guyun also picked up his bowl, gently touched it to the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
" Brother Yang, you have a good capacity for alcohol?" Feng Xiaotian glanced at him and asked in a teasing tone.
"So-so," Yang Guyun replied casually.
Zhou Qiubai joked from the side, "He can usually drink three jars!"
Feng Xiaotian was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Then I might not have enough wine to bring today."
Yang Guyun only glanced at him.
Hehe~ It's good that you know.
After one round, the atmosphere among the group gradually warmed up, and laughter filled the air.
Feng Xiaotian suddenly took a sip of wine and sighed.
Zhou Qiubai raised an eyebrow. "Brother Feng, is something on your mind?"
Feng Xiaotian was silent for a moment, took a sip of his wine, and then spoke, "Do you know Huo Wu?"
Zhou Qiubai paused for a moment.
Huo Wu, vice-captain of the Blazing Fire Academy, a fire-attribute control-type Soul Master, Martial Soul is Fire Shadow.
In the Heaven Dou Division, her fame rivals that of Feng Xiaotian.
Of course, it wasn't because of his strength, but rather his fierce personality.
"I know," Zhou Qiubai replied, "From the Blazing Fire Academy."
Feng Xiaotian nodded and continued drinking, seemingly conflicted.
Zhou Qiubai's gaze locked onto him again. "You like her?"
Feng Xiaotian was taken aback. "Is it that obvious?"
Zhou Qiubai didn't speak, but his expression said it all.
Yang Guyun suddenly interjected, "How long have you been pursuing her?"
Feng Xiaotian thought for a moment, "Three years."
"Haven't you caught up with him after all this time?" Yang Guyun teased.
Feng Xiaotian's expression immediately darkened. " Brother Yang, what you're saying..."
Yang Guyun continued, "If you can't catch them, it means your method is wrong."
Feng Xiaotian looked at him innocently. "Then tell me, how should I pursue her?"
Yang Guyun shrugged. "I'm not chasing anyone."
Feng Xiaotian: "..."
Brother, is this really necessary?
I originally thought Yang Guyun was only good at marksmanship, but I didn't expect his mouth to be so poisonous.
If he could catch up after all these years, he wouldn't be here complaining so bitterly.