Showdown! Feng Xiaotian

It was already midnight when Murong Ci returned to the academy, and Huo Wu was still in his dorm room.

Murong Ci sighed helplessly, "Sleeping here again?"

Huo Wu looked up and let out a soft huff.

"Otherwise what?"

"Fine, fine, fine, go to sleep."

Murong Ci walked straight to the bedside and fell asleep in just three breaths.

Faster than a fight.

"Murong Ci!!!!!"

"Did you hear that? Who was shouting Junior Murong's name last night?"

"I heard it, it sounded like Senior Huo Wu, and that voice was so loud..."

When Murong Ci woke up, there was no one by his side; it was clear that falling asleep the moment his head hit the pillow had "enraged" Huo Wu.

He scratched his head helplessly, got up, and went out to greet the morning sun.

Then, a letter was slapped onto his forehead...

What kind of decent person sticks paper onto someone else's forehead!

He focused his eyes to see a silver-haired man standing with his arms crossed, staring at Murong Ci.

"Are you Feng Xiaotian?" Murong Ci asked, then tore open the envelope to reveal a challenge letter.

"You really want to fight?" Murong Ci asked languidly, not even looking at Feng Xiaotian.

This made Feng Xiaotian feel annoyed, and he couldn't help but clench his fists until his knuckles turned white.

"Three days from now, Great Soul Arena? Fine, eight o'clock in the evening three days from now. Be there or be square. If you lose, you'll be my lackey."

Murong Ci yawned, walked right past Feng Xiaotian, and headed toward the room where Huo Wu stayed.

He then walked into Huo Wu's dorm right in front of Feng Xiaotian and even waved at him.

Too despicable...

If I don't avenge this humiliation, I, Feng Xiaotian, swear I am no man!

Feng Xiaotian's heart was filled with raging fire; he shouted and immediately agreed to the wager.

These past few days, Murong Ci and Huo Wu had been living exceptionally comfortably and carefree; the money he had earned in these few days was enough to marry a wife!

If he had been this rich back then, he wouldn't have had to take out a loan of 388,000...

Of course, whenever he told Huo Wu that his money could buy him a wife, Huo Wu wouldn't respond, only gripping the soft flesh at his waist and refusing to let go.

However, there was one thing he didn't understand: why had Huo Wu's attitude toward him suddenly done a 180-degree turn?

For this reason, he couldn't help but "consult" the system.

[Because you are the Child of Destiny, all good fortune is upon you.]

"Me? Didn't I transmigrate? Isn't the Child of Destiny something birthed by the Douluo Continent itself?"

[Because you have me, you are the Child of Destiny.]

"Have you?"

[Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed~]

Murong Ci was puzzled; it seemed there was no answer to this question.

He simply stopped thinking about it and turned his attention to the task at hand.

The three-day appointment arrived as scheduled.

Murong Ci stood in the corridor leading to the arena, and Huo Wu was helping him adjust his attire.

"Teach him a good lesson! He used to challenge me every day, and I could never beat him."

"No problem, wait for my triumphant return!"

"A reminder for you: Feng Xiaotian, level 38 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Elder. First Soul Skill: Wind Blade Array. Second Soul Skill: Twin Wolf Possession. Third Soul Skill: Gale Wings."

"Thank you, Sister Wu. I know now. Ci will surely make him scramble away in defeat!"

"Stop with the glib tongue, go on now."

"Murong Ci! I'll be waiting for your return!"

Murong Ci waved his hand without looking back.

Stepping out of the dim corridor, he was greeted by thunderous applause!

And... the revelry of gamblers.

However, the odds this time were quite unique; a 1:1 ratio suggested the audience viewed both sides as evenly matched.

On one side was the top genius of the Five Elements Academies, Feng Xiaotian. On the other was the rising star, Yongzhen.

This match was truly worth watching!

White light shone down onto the arena, accompanied by the rising and falling cheers of the spectators.

"Feng Xiaotian! Beat Yongzhen to a pulp for me!"

"Yongzhen! Slaughter Feng Xiaotian's slow-moving mutt like a chicken!"

"A level 38 Soul Elder with a Self-Created Soul Skill like the Eighteen Consecutive Slashes of the Gale Demon Wolf—what is Yongzhen going to fight with, his d*ck?"

"F*ck your mother, you in front! Who are you yelling at? I bet my entire fortune on Yongzhen winning, so shut your stinking mouth!"

[Enter your spiritual sea; I have a few things to tell you.]

"?"

Murong Ci sank his consciousness into his spiritual sea, half-doubting.

He opened his eyes to see a person!

It was a man with shoulder-length hair and a slender build. With delicate and pretty features, he was truly... beautiful?

"Brother System, is this you?"

[That's right, am I handsome? But don't talk so much yet; I'm going to teach you how to fight this match.]

The system waved a hand, manifesting a screen of light that displayed the "future" after careful deduction.

"Snap!"

A fan opened; it was an illusion created by the system.

"Brother, you..."

[Don't speak yet. Look: first, Huo Wu wants you to humiliate him. Second, the audience wants this match to be entertaining. Therefore, try not to use your Hundred Years in an Instant this time; it's too cheap.]

[So, just circle around him this match and let Feng Xiaotian know that you don't even bother using your full strength to fight him!]

[Let him know that this match is nothing more than a tutorial!]

[Let him understand that this challenge is clearly an old man playing with a child!]

[Let him know... he doesn't have a single chance of beating you!]

With that, "Brother System" snapped the fan shut.

"So cool..."

Murong Ci returned to the arena, looking at Feng Xiaotian with an almost mocking gaze.

The killing intent in Feng Xiaotian's eyes was practically solidifying!

He would repay the humiliation from three days ago tenfold!

As soon as the referee gave the order, Feng Xiaotian shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

In an instant, a gale swept across the entire arena!

Many people felt their hair being blown back.

Murong Ci raised his eyes and saw the second soul ring on Feng Xiaotian's body glowing faintly.

He had clearly activated his second soul skill, Twin Wolf Possession.

He was boosting his speed and strength to facilitate a better slaughter!

Murong Ci remained unhurried. He raised his hand, and with a flash of red light, a powerful, scorching pillar of fire erupted with Yongzhen at its center!

This was the skill he had re-acquired after fusing with the Geocentric Fire Python!

Crimson Flame Pillar!

"Too slow!" Feng Xiaotian's eyes narrowed as his purple soul ring lit up.

Third soul skill—Gale Wings!

He spread his wings and ascended into the air, easily dodging Murong Ci's Crimson Flame Pillar.

"Your attacks aren't slow, but now that I'm in the sky, you have even less of a chance!"

Feng Xiaotian let out a loud shout, unleashing his first soul skill—Wind Blade Array.

Instantly, countless blade lights and shadows swept toward Murong Ci.

Seeing this, Murong Ci remained calm, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

He chanted an incantation, and several fallen leaves manifested from Yongzhen, hovering in the air.

"One Leaf Covers the Sky to Suppress the Eight Extremes!"

Murong Ci waved his hand, and those leaves transformed into sharp blades, shooting toward the incoming blade lights and shadows!

Swish, swish, swish!

The blade lights and shadows instantly turned to ash and dissipated.

Feng Xiaotian felt a slight tremor in his heart.

How could this man... look so devil-may-care?

Yet, that trepidation quickly transformed into motivation, and he soared into the air.

Crossing his arms, his hands morphed into blades, and he dove toward Murong Ci, leveraging the momentum of his descent to strike!

[This is his Self-Created Soul Skill, Eighteen Consecutive Slashes of the Gale Demon Wolf. The thirty-six slashes from the original work are his evolved form; it is clear he can only execute eighteen blades for now.]

Murong Ci snapped his fingers, and the Demon Eye Magic Tree King slowly emerged from his sea of consciousness, standing behind him.

With a wave of Murong Ci's hand, dozens of sturdy vines sprouted forth, blocking Feng Xiaotian's assault!

"Clang, clang, clang, clang—"

All of Feng Xiaotian's attacks landed on the vines, and he never once managed to get close to Murong Ci, who stood at the center of the thicket.

Murong Ci's smile never even faltered.

Feng Xiaotian was deeply shaken!

Could it be that he was just toying with him?

No... he was a genius, how could this be...

While he was distracted by these thoughts, the Demon Eye Magic Tree King finally seized the opportunity. Vines tightly coiled around his waist, then spread, until his entire body was wrapped in them.

"It's over!"

Murong Ci said coldly, his right arm transforming into an Ice Scorpion Pincer. He activated his second soul skill—Ice Scorpion Pincer—and lunged at Feng Xiaotian!

BOOM!!!

Feng Xiaotian was struck directly off the arena, spitting blood.

Seeing the members of Godwind Academy already lifting Feng Xiaotian onto a stretcher, Murong Ci turned and walked off the stage, completely ignoring the ecstatic cheers of the audience.

An old man playing with a child? Satisfying!