I, Tang San, Swear to Avenge This Grudge!

"Captain, leave Feng Xiaotian to me. You all handle the rest!"

Yang Teng's voice rang out calmly. Shui Bing'er wanted to help pin down Feng Xiaotian, but he was simply too fast, leaving her to offer only a helpless, wry smile.

As the purple spirit ring at Yang Teng's feet suddenly flared, the light was not blinding, yet it carried a strange, heart-palpitating fluctuation.

"Space Strangling!"

Yang Teng didn't even make an unnecessary movement; he simply gripped his palm in the air toward the direction Feng Xiaotian was charging from.

The next moment, in the space ahead of Feng Xiaotian's path, countless hair-thin, nearly transparent rays of light swept across him.

His pupils contracted sharply. He slammed his cyan wings behind him, forcing his body to twist and climb at the very last millisecond.

A faint, almost inaudible cutting sound echoed. Although Feng Xiaotian reacted with incredible speed to avoid the brunt of the strangling, he was still sliced by several shallow cuts.

As Yang Teng continued to output his spirit power, the transparent rays multiplied, nearly forming a domain of slaughter!

"Brother Feng, it isn't so easy to get close to me!"

Yang Teng stood his ground, finding the leisure to offer a slightly regretful smile to the livid Feng Xiaotian.

This guy...!

He couldn't let this continue! Feng Xiaotian could feel that his pride and joy—his speed—was gaining absolutely no advantage against Yang Teng.

"I'll risk it all!"

A flash of resolve crossed Feng Xiaotian's eyes.

"Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!"

This was his trump card, a self-created spirit skill that perfectly combined the cutting power of his Gale Wings with his own spirit power and speed. Through continuous, relentless strikes, each slash grew stronger than the last, eventually stacking up to a force capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

He risked everything, using a near-suicidal method to forcibly break through the densest area of the "Space Strangling."

"Welcome your defeat, Yang Teng!"

"To fall to this move of mine—you may be defeated, but you should be proud."

Feng Xiaotian's voice was filled with confidence.

"Tsk, you're too loud. I can hear you."

Immediately after, Feng Xiaotian witnessed a scene he would never forget. Yang Teng, shrouded in the cyan blade-shadows, did not dodge; instead, he took a proactive step forward.

His hands were suddenly covered in a layer of fine, silver-purple scales, transforming into a pair of ferocious, powerful dragon claws!

"Brother Feng."

Yang Teng raised those dragon claws, his lips still curled into that roguish smile that made Feng Xiaotian's teeth itch with hatred.

"You didn't forget, did you? My spirit... is a dragon!"

"Crack!"

Accompanied by Feng Xiaotian's shrill scream, the pair of wings he viewed as his pride—the very wings that carried his speed and power—were crushed like fragile toys under the terrifying strength of Yang Teng's dragon claws!

The backlash of spirit power hit Feng Xiaotian instantly, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood as his entire body went limp, as if his bones had been pulled out.

After crushing the wings, Yang Teng did not let go; he simply flicked his other hand casually.

"Space Lock!"

Invisible shackles pinned the heavily injured Feng Xiaotian firmly in mid-air.

Then, Yang Teng raised his leg and delivered a roundhouse kick.

Feng Xiaotian was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground outside the arena, where he lost consciousness.

Everything happened so quickly that most of the audience in the stands hadn't even seen what occurred; they only saw Feng Xiaotian lying unconscious outside the ring.

On the field, the remaining members of Shenfeng Academy stood dumbfounded, their faces etched with disbelief and terror.

Their captain, the academy's greatest genius, the renowned creator of the Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes... had just been defeated like that?

He hadn't even been able to fully execute his famous technique? How was this possible?!

Yang Teng brushed the non-existent dust off his hands and swept a calm gaze over the Shenfeng Academy team, who had completely lost their will to fight and stood with pale faces. He curled his lips and asked aloud:

"Brothers, your captain has gone off to rest. Shall we continue?"

The members of Shenfeng Academy looked at one another, seeing the same despair and helplessness in each other's eyes.

If even their strongest captain had been defeated so effortlessly, what could they possibly do?

"We... Shenfeng Academy... forfeit."

"Whoa—!!!"

The audience erupted into a tsunami of cheers and gasps!

Two matches in a row: one crushing Shrek, the other a one-shot kill against Shenfeng!

A thought rose simultaneously in everyone's minds—a thought that made them tremble with excitement:

This year's Tianshui Academy might actually be able to go toe-to-toe with that behemoth, the Spirit Hall team!

"Yang Teng, you handsome devil! You're the best, I love you!"

"Tianshui Academy is invincible, Tianshui will win forever!"

"Tianshui Academy has won the championship!"

Yang Teng responded to the frenzied audience, blowing kisses incessantly, while Shui Bing'er and the others rolled their eyes in unison.

However, just as they were about to enter the contestant tunnel, two figures blocked their path.

It was Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Tang San's face still carried a hint of pallor, but his eyes burned with cold fury as he stared fixedly at Yang Teng.

Xiao Wu stood by his side, her gaze equally hostile.

"Yang Teng."

Tang San's voice was low, laden with suppressed rage.

"Teacher Liu Erlong was inexplicably seriously injured and fell into a coma, suffering mental trauma. It was you who sent someone to do it!"

He did not use a questioning tone, but rather an accusation that bordered on certainty.

On the very night the match concluded, Teacher Liu Erlong was suddenly attacked; it could not be such a coincidence. Tang San was almost certain, yet he lacked the evidence.

Yang Teng paused his steps, his gaze sweeping over the faces of Tang San and Xiao Wu, the corners of his mouth curling into an undisguised arc of disdain.

"Your injuries healed quite quickly, enough to come out and block the road."

Yang Teng's tone was flippant, completely disregarding Tang San's interrogation.

"As for that hot-tempered teacher of yours, an accident was bound to happen sooner or later. It's perfectly normal!"

"You!"

Xiao Wu's willow-leaf eyebrows shot up, and she was about to lash out, but Tang San held her back.

Yang Teng, however, could not be bothered to waste any more breath on them. He dipped his shoulder slightly, turned his body, and took a step forward, appearing to do so quite casually.

Tang San subconsciously tried to block him, only to feel an irresistible, surging force strike him from the side, causing him to stagger two steps to the side as his blood surged once more.

Yang Teng simply shouldered his way past the obstructing Tang San. Without even glancing at them, he led the Tianshui Academy group—who wore various expressions but remained silent—straight past the two of them and disappeared into the shadows of the tunnel.

At the tunnel entrance, only Tang San's tightly clenched fists remained. Xiao Wu supported him, feeling the suppressed, almost erupting fury and humiliation within his body.

Staring in the direction where Yang Teng and the others had vanished, Tang San's teeth ground together with a clacking sound, and an unnatural flush rose to his pale face from anger.

Today's defeat, the humiliation of his teacher—new grudges and old hatreds gnawed at his heart.

Tang San spoke word by word, his voice echoing low in the empty tunnel entrance:

"Yang Teng... if I, Tang San, do not avenge this, I swear I am no man!"

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