Clumsy Fighting Skills and Awareness

He had no idea who wanted to kill him. The Upper Three Sects? Or Spirit Hall?

Ye Xunfeng did not walk very quickly. As though he had noticed nothing, he strolled toward the outskirts step by step, occasionally pausing to sense whether the two auras behind him were still there.

Mm, they were following quite closely.

A glint of coldness flashed through Ye Xunfeng's eyes. He was almost certain they were people from Spirit Hall.

After all, only Spirit Hall could send two Titled Douluo to kill someone who had no grudge against them.

And only that bastard Qian Xunji would do something like this.

Not long after Ye Xunfeng left the city, a piercing chill suddenly shot up his back, as if a sharp sword were about to strike him.

Without a moment's thought, he twisted his waist and dodged sideways. At the same time, he summoned the Atlas Spear with a backhand motion, its pure white shaft held horizontally before him. With a clang, he blocked the incoming Snake Lance head-on, and his palm went slightly numb from the impact.

When Ye Xunfeng looked up, the hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood on end.

The Snake Lance had transformed into a blue-purple serpent head as thick as a bowl's mouth, its fangs protruding and its tongue flicking rapidly as it lunged at him again on a foul wind.

Using the recoil from the clashing spear shafts, he deliberately relaxed his footing and flew backward. Eight glowing white angel wings suddenly spread from his back in midair.

With only two gentle flaps, he used their force to stabilize himself and landed steadily in an open space several yards away.

He lowered his gaze and glanced at the wings fading from his back, a dark glint passing through his eyes.

With the speed of the Wishing Angel Spirit, he could leave whenever he wanted. But what he lacked most right now was genuine combat experience. These two Titled Douluo before him were the perfect test subjects.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, a sharp light gathered in Ye Xunfeng's eyes. The white Atlas Spear stood steady in his palm, its shaft gleaming with a cold, dark luster.

Beneath his feet, two black and five red Soul Rings lit up in succession,

Their heaven-defying configuration radiated an intimidating pressure.

"How is that possible?" Snake Lance Douluo blurted out.

Ye Xunfeng raised a hand and tilted the Atlas Spear slightly, its tip aimed at Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo in the distance.

The wind from the spear swept up dust from the ground as battle intent surged.

"What a genius! Too bad you dared impersonate a member of the Angel Clan. You deserve to die!" Snake Lance Douluo said with a cold sneer.

Ye Xunfeng, meanwhile, was utterly confused.

What?

Impersonating a member of the Angel Clan?

Me?

Ye Xunfeng lowered the spear tip, and his first Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up. The spear's edge surged several times larger, sweeping out with howling airwaves. It was Sweeping Thousand Armies!

The vast white spear shadow shot straight toward Snake Lance Douluo, and She Long instantly activated his Martial Soul Avatar.

A gigantic blue-purple two-headed serpent appeared, the Snake Lance transforming into its body as it viciously coiled around the spear shadow.

The serpent heads opened their huge mouths and spat purple venom, but the spear wind forced them back again and again, several fine cracks bursting across their scales.

Seeing Ye Xunfeng's monstrous Soul Rings, Pufferfish Douluo did not dare let Snake Lance Douluo fight alone either. His seventh soul skill activated at the same time.

The enormous Pufferfish Avatar filled the sky, purple spines standing erect all over its body.

His fourth soul skill, Poisonous Thorn Storm, erupted directly. Countless purple venomous spikes whistled through the air toward Ye Xunfeng, their poison corroding even the air with sizzling sounds.

Rather than retreating, Ye Xunfeng advanced. His second soul skill, Heaven-Propping Bane, suddenly activated. The instant the spear tip touched the ground, pale golden energy rippled outward.

Pufferfish Douluo's poisonous thorns abruptly slowed by thirty percent, and even his leaps were restricted.

Seizing the chance, Ye Xunfeng pushed off the ground and shot forward like an arrow. His third soul skill, Blazing Flame Spear, empowered him, and roaring flames wrapped around the spear shaft.

Red light blazed as he thrust straight at Pufferfish Douluo's armored shell. The flames scorched the purple spines until they smoked and sizzled, but the thick armor blocked the attack.

"The kid's got some skill. Go die!" She Long roared. His eighth soul skill, Thunder Snake Prison, spread out, instantly enveloping Ye Xunfeng in a domain of lightning and poison.

Purple lightning tangled with poisonous mist, crackling bolts striking toward Ye Xunfeng. At the same time, the Snake Lance became several afterimages, the successive thrusts of Nine Rending Shadow Slashes sealing off every angle through which he could dodge.

Pufferfish Douluo seized the opportunity and unleashed his fifth soul skill, Bone-Eroding Poisonous Saliva. The dark green venomous sludge corroded deep pits into the ground as soon as it landed.

It pressed toward Ye Xunfeng's escape route. The combined assault of the two Titled Douluo was airtight, lightning, poison, and physical attacks layering over one another until Ye Xunfeng's breathing grew strained.

Ye Xunfeng immediately activated his fourth soul skill, Dance of the Heaven-Propping. The spear shaft spun at high speed, and his Soul Power surged.

The gravitational force around the spear drew in all the incoming lightning threads and poisonous thorns. Then he smashed the spear into the ground, scattering the poisonous mist near him.

But the sustained damage from Thunder Snake Prison still drained his Soul Power rapidly. Purple lightning grazed his arm, instantly numbing half his body.

He knew he could not keep exhausting himself like this. Soul Power erupted beneath his feet, and his fifth soul skill, Conquer the Heavens, activated, doubling his strength and speed.

Ye Xunfeng drew a rough breath. Whether it was his combat awareness or his fighting skills, they really were far too poor.

The spear tip locked onto She Long's heart as he thrust out.

She Long hurriedly raised the Snake Lance to block, but the tremendous force drove him back repeatedly. Even the serpent head was knocked crooked to one side. This strike sent Snake Lance Douluo flying back several yards!

But Pufferfish Douluo's sixth soul skill, Deep Sea Poison Domain, had already taken shape, thick purple mist layering upon itself.

Ye Xunfeng felt the circulation of his Soul Power becoming increasingly sluggish. If this continued, defeat was inevitable.

Rather than dragging things out here, he might as well leave quickly and recover his Soul Power. With his Soul Core, his Soul Power recovered relatively quickly. Even if he had to fight, he should ensure his own safety first.

Ye Xunfeng hesitated no longer. He held the Atlas Spear at his side as eight pure white angel wings suddenly spread from his back, and the Wishing Angel Spirit was instantly released.

Six black and one red Soul Rings glimmered faintly beneath the wings, but he did not activate any soul skills.

Relying only on the speed granted by his Martial Soul, he flapped his wings once and streaked into the distance like a flash of white light.

When She Long and Pufferfish Douluo saw those eight angel wings, their expressions changed drastically. They exchanged a glance and saw the same apprehension in each other's eyes.

"Twin Martial Souls!"

The Angel Spirit was the symbol of Spirit Hall's Angel Clan. This kid was absolutely no impostor!

If they really killed this kid, the Grand Pontiff would likely slaughter them too!

But if they went back to report their failure, Qian Xunji would not spare them either.

They might as well drag things out here...

How could the two of them dare to truly give chase? They merely pretended to circulate their Soul Power and followed behind him.

Spear shadows and poisonous thorns flew about wildly, but their steps were painfully slow. They were merely putting on a show to placate Qian Xunji's orders.

Using the speed of his angel wings, Ye Xunfeng flew farther and farther away, while the lightning-and-poison auras behind him gradually faded.

Ye Xunfeng guessed that the two Douluo would not truly pursue him.

Only then did he let out a breath of relief. The hollow feeling of depleted Soul Power washed over him, so he retracted his wings and found a hidden forest to rest for the time being.

Ye Xunfeng sat in the forest, leaning against a tree beside him as he crossed his legs and focused, rapidly gathering the Soul Power within his body.

It had to be said that whether in fighting techniques or the use of soul skills, he was not very good.

After all, whenever he encountered enemies before, he solved everything with a single spear strike. There had been no need for a second strike at all.

Now that he had encountered opponents stronger than himself, fighting required skill.