Zhao Tian VS Feng Xiaotian!

"I know."

Feng Xiaotian nodded, a flicker of fighting spirit flashing through his eyes.

"Radiant Phoenix... a legendary martial soul. Today, I want to see just how strong it really is."

"Don't underestimate him."

The teacher spoke gravely.

"That Zhao Tian may only be level twenty-two, but his combat talent is formidable. Both Huo Wushuang and Tuoba Xin were defeated by him."

"I know."

Feng Xiaotian stood and stretched his limbs.

"I won't underestimate him."

"But he still won't be my opponent."

"Level thirty-one against level twenty-two, three rings against two. What does he have to beat me with?"

The teacher said nothing more, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Feng Xiaotian was excellent in every way, except that he was too confident.

That confidence was a good thing when facing weaker opponents, but against unknown powerhouses, it could often become a fatal weakness.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's camp.

Ning Rongrong sat in Zhao Tian's room, her little face full of worry.

"Zhao Tian, are you really confident?"

"Yes."

Zhao Tian sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed as he circulated the Radiant Divine Canon and consolidated the Soul Power within him.

"But Feng Xiaotian is a level thirty-one Soul Elder! He's nine levels higher than you!"

Ning Rongrong stamped her feet anxiously.

"And he has three Soul Rings, one of which is a Thousand-Year Soul Ring!"

"You have Rongrong."

Zhao Tian opened his eyes and looked at her, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

Ning Rongrong froze, and her little face instantly turned red.

"R-Rongrong will help you, of course! But..."

"No buts."

Zhao Tian interrupted her.

"With Rongrong here, I won't lose."

Ning Rongrong looked into his determined eyes, and the worry in her heart inexplicably faded by more than half.

"Mm! You won't lose!"

She nodded hard and clenched her little fists.

"Rongrong believes in you!"

The second semifinal match was about to begin.

Zhao Tian stood beneath the arena, his eyes closed as he adjusted his breathing.

The scenes from Feng Xiaotian's previous matches replayed over and over in his mind.

Gale Twin-Headed Demon Wolf, a wind-attributed beast martial soul, extremely fast and fierce in attack.

Three Soul Skills, two yellow and one purple.

First Soul Skill: Wind Blade Rending Sky, capable of releasing sharp Wind Blades for long-range attacks.

Second Soul Skill: Gale Assault, greatly increased speed for a short time and launched a charging attack.

Third Soul Skill: Wind Wolf Possession, comprehensively strengthened all of his attributes. It was a powerful amplification skill granted by a Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

Those Soul Skills were not from the original work, but belonged to this world.

It seemed the original work could not be trusted completely, since this was a genuine, living world.

But what Zhao Tian truly cared about was not those three Soul Skills.

It was Feng Xiaotian's Self-Created Soul Skill, Gale Twenty-Six Consecutive Slashes.

This was a move Feng Xiaotian had created himself, perfectly combining speed and offense. In an instant, he could unleash twenty-six consecutive slashes, each one stacking the power of the previous slash. The final slash was as powerful as a ten-thousand-year Soul Skill.

At present, Feng Xiaotian had only mastered the twenty-six consecutive slashes and had yet to reach the later Gale Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.

But it was precisely because Feng Xiaotian had devoted so much time and energy to cultivating his Self-Created Soul Skill that this genius with Innate Full Soul Power had only reached Soul Power Level thirty-one.

If he had focused on raising his Soul Power Level, it would probably have long surpassed that number.

He was a madman who pursued greater combat power.

"Zhao Tian, it's time to take the stage."

The referee's voice pulled Zhao Tian from his thoughts.

He opened his eyes, and a glint of determination flashed within them.

"Rongrong, I'm going."

Zhao Tian turned to Ning Rongrong.

"Mm! Rongrong will wait for you to win!"

Ning Rongrong nodded hard, her little face full of trust.

Zhao Tian turned and walked onto the arena.

Feng Xiaotian was already in position on the arena.

He wore a fitted green outfit, his long black hair casually draped over his shoulders, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

He was tall and slender, standing there like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

"Zhao Tian."

Feng Xiaotian looked at Zhao Tian as he stepped onto the arena, a trace of appreciation flashing through his eyes.

"I've watched all your matches. You're very strong."

"But you're not my opponent."

Zhao Tian's expression remained calm as he said lightly, "We'll only know after we fight."

"Good."

Feng Xiaotian smiled.

"Then let's fight."

"The match begins!"

The referee gave the command.

Feng Xiaotian was the first to release his martial soul. Gale Twin-Headed Demon Wolf Possession!

Green wind patterns appeared across the surface of his body, his eyes transformed into wolf pupils, and the fingers of both hands became long and sharp, their nails like blades.

Three Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple!

The aura of the Thousand-Year Soul Ring spread outward, making even the air above the arena grow heavy.

Zhao Tian did not hesitate either and directly released his martial soul.

Radiant Phoenix Possession!

A golden phoenix phantom appeared behind him, and two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

The golden radiance aura and the green wind-attributed aura collided, sending waves of air sweeping across the arena.

In the stands, the audience held their breath and stared fixedly at the arena.

This was a duel between a two-ring Soul Grandmaster and a three-ring Soul Elder.

This was a duel between an ultra-top-tier martial soul and a top-tier martial soul.

The outcome was impossible to predict.

In an unnoticed corner beneath the arena.

Ning Rongrong secretly released the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, its dark golden sheen flowing across its surface.

She did not dare let anyone discover her, so she could only hide in the shadows of the stands, her little hands trembling slightly.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's light was very faint, so faint that only she herself could see it.

Yet that ray of light landed precisely on Zhao Tian.

First Soul Skill: Power Amplification, one hundred percent!

Zhao Tian's body trembled slightly.

He felt it.

That familiar power surged into his body, filling him from head to toe with explosive strength.

Rongrong had made her move.

Zhao Tian's expression did not change, nor did he glance even once in Ning Rongrong's direction.

This was cheating.

He knew it, and Rongrong knew it too.

Once discovered, not only would Zhao Tian's qualification to compete be revoked, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reputation would also suffer.

But Rongrong still did it.

Because she believed that only this way would Zhao Tian have a chance to win.

Zhao Tian took a deep breath and suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart.

Since Rongrong had taken such a risk to help him, he could not let down her trust.

"Wind Blade Rending Sky!"

Feng Xiaotian attacked first, his first Soul Ring lighting up.

Three green Wind Blades shot from his palms with piercing shrieks, flying toward Zhao Tian.

The Wind Blades were extremely fast, so fast that ordinary Soul Grandmasters could not possibly react.

But Zhao Tian was no ordinary Soul Grandmaster.

His spiritual power had been tempered by the Radiant Divine Canon, far surpassing those of the same rank, allowing him to clearly capture the Wind Blades' trajectories.

He sidestepped and dodged.

The three Wind Blades skimmed past his body and left three deep marks on the defensive barrier behind him.

"What quick reactions!"

A trace of surprise flashed through Feng Xiaotian's eyes.

He had seen Zhao Tian's performances in previous matches and knew that his reactions were not weak, but he had not expected them to be this strong.

"Again!"

Feng Xiaotian continuously unleashed Wind Blade Rending Sky, sending one Wind Blade after another toward Zhao Tian.

Zhao Tian moved swiftly around the arena, dodging every Wind Blade.