"Captain, leave Feng Xiaotian to me. The rest are yours!"
Yang Teng's calm voice rang out. Shui Bing'er wanted to help pin Feng Xiaotian down, but he was too fast, so all she could do was laugh helplessly.
The purple Soul Ring beneath Yang Teng's feet suddenly lit up. Its light was not dazzling, but it carried an eerie fluctuation that made one's heart tremble.
"Space Strangling!"
Yang Teng made no unnecessary movements. He simply faced the direction Feng Xiaotian was charging from and clenched his empty hand.
In the next instant, countless nearly transparent threads, fine as hair, sliced through the space ahead of Feng Xiaotian's path.
His pupils contracted sharply. The cyan wings on his back beat fiercely, and at the last possible moment, he forcibly twisted his body and shot upward.
A faint slicing sound, so soft it was almost inaudible, rang out. Though Feng Xiaotian reacted quickly and evaded the direct attack, several cuts still opened across his body.
As Yang Teng continued pouring out his Soul Power, more and more transparent threads appeared, nearly forming a domain of slaughter!
"Brother Feng, getting close to me won't be that easy!"
Yang Teng stood where he was, with enough leisure to give the iron-faced Feng Xiaotian a faintly regretful smile.
"This guy...!"
He couldn't let things go on like this! Feng Xiaotian could feel that his speed, the very thing he prided himself on, gave him no advantage at all against Yang Teng.
"I'll risk it!"
A flicker of resolve crossed Feng Xiaotian's eyes.
"Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!"
This was his trump-card Self-Created Soul Skill. It perfectly combined the cutting power of Gale Wings with his own Soul Power and speed. Through a relentless sequence of slashes, each strike grew stronger than the last, eventually building up enough force to split mountains and shatter rocks.
He broke through the densest part of "Space Strangling" by pushing himself to the brink of self-injury.
"Prepare to taste defeat, Yang Teng!"
"Though you lose to this move of mine, you can still be proud."
Feng Xiaotian's voice brimmed with confidence.
"Tsk, you're so loud. I can hear you."
Then Feng Xiaotian saw a scene he would never forget. Yang Teng, shrouded in cyan blades, didn't dodge. Instead, he took a step forward.
At some point, a layer of fine scales had covered Yang Teng's hands, shimmering with a silvery-violet sheen. They had become a pair of fearsome, powerful dragon claws!
"Brother Feng."
Yang Teng raised those dragon claws, the same roguish smile that made Feng Xiaotian grit his teeth still tugging at his lips.
"Did you forget? My Martial Soul... is a dragon!"
"Crack!"
Feng Xiaotian let out a piercing scream. The wings he had regarded as his pride, the wings that bore his speed and attack, were crushed by Yang Teng's terrifying dragon claws like fragile toys!
Feng Xiaotian's Soul Power instantly turned against him, making him spit out a mouthful of blood. His whole body went limp, as if his bones had been pulled out.
After crushing Feng Xiaotian's wings, Yang Teng didn't let go. He casually swung his other hand.
"Space Lock!"
An invisible shackle fixed the badly injured Feng Xiaotian in midair.
Then Yang Teng lifted his leg and delivered a roundhouse kick.
Feng Xiaotian was sent crashing onto the ground outside the arena, where he passed out.
It all happened so fast that most of the spectators hadn't even seen what had happened. In the end, all they saw was Feng Xiaotian unconscious outside the arena.
On the field, the remaining members of Godwind Academy stared in stunned disbelief, their faces full of shock and terror.
Their captain, the academy's greatest genius, Feng Xiaotian, whose Self-Created Soul Skill was renowned far and wide... had just lost?
He hadn't even managed to unleash the famous Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes in full. How was that possible?!
Yang Teng brushed at his hands as though dust had settled on them, then swept his calm gaze over the Godwind Academy members across from him. They had lost all will to fight, and their faces were deathly pale. The corner of his mouth lifted as he called out:
"Brothers, your captain's gone off to rest. Do you still want to keep fighting?"
The members of Godwind Academy looked at one another and saw the same despair and helplessness in each other's eyes.
Their strongest, their captain, had been crushed so thoroughly by the opposing team. What could the rest of them possibly do?
"We... Godwind Academy... concede."
"Waaah—!!!"
The spectator stands erupted in thunderous cheers and gasps!
Two matches in a row: one crushing victory over Shrek, and one instant defeat of Godwind!
A thought rose in everyone's heart, a thought so thrilling it made them tremble with excitement:
This year, Skywater Academy might just be able to take on that colossus, Spirit Hall Team!
"Gorgeous Yang Teng, you're the hottest! We love you!"
"Skywater Academy is invincible! Skywater will always win!"
"Skywater Academy will be champion!"
Yang Teng responded to the frenzied crowd, blowing kisses nonstop. Shui Bing'er and the others all rolled their eyes in unison.
But just as they were about to enter the competitors' passage, two figures blocked their way.
They were Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Tang San's face was still somewhat pale, but his eyes burned with cold fury as he glared at Yang Teng.
Xiao Wu stood beside him, her gaze just as hostile.
"Yang Teng."
Tang San's voice was low, his anger barely contained.
"Teacher Liu Erlong was mysteriously attacked, seriously injured, and left unconscious with her mind damaged. You had someone do it!"
He didn't phrase it as a question, but as an almost certain accusation.
On the night the match had just ended, Teacher Liu Erlong had suddenly been attacked. It couldn't possibly be such a coincidence. Tang San was nearly certain of it, but he had no proof.
Yang Teng stopped. His gaze swept over Tang San and Xiao Wu, and a blatant sneer curled his lips.
"Your injuries healed pretty fast. You're well enough to come block the way."
Yang Teng spoke flippantly, not taking Tang San's accusation seriously at all.
"As for that hot-tempered teacher of yours, it was only a matter of time before something happened to her. It's perfectly normal!"
"You!"
Xiao Wu's brows shot up, and she was about to lash out, but Tang San held her back.
Yang Teng couldn't be bothered to waste any more words with them. He lowered one shoulder slightly, turned sideways, and took a seemingly casual step forward.
Tang San instinctively tried to stop him, only to feel an irresistible force slam into him from the side. He stumbled two steps aside, his blood and energy roiling once more.
Yang Teng simply shouldered past Tang San, who was blocking the way. Without even looking at them, he led the Skywater Academy members behind him, each wearing a different expression but all keeping silent, straight past the two of them and vanished into the shadows of the passage.
At the entrance to the passage, only Tang San remained, his fists clenched tight. Xiao Wu supported him, feeling the rage and humiliation suppressed within his body, threatening to burst forth.
Staring in the direction Yang Teng and the others had disappeared, Tang San ground his teeth until they audibly creaked. An unnatural flush of anger colored his pale face.
Today's defeat, the humiliation of his teacher—new grudges and old gnawed at his heart.
Tang San spoke one word at a time, his voice echoing softly through the empty passage entrance:
"Yang Teng... If I don't avenge this, then I, Tang San, swear I'll no longer be a man!"
P.S. The author's other ongoing novel is "Douluo: Martial Artist Cui Cheng Establishes Luo Po Mountain." My esteemed readers, feel free to check it out!
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