Gale Twenty-Six Consecutive Slashes!

His speed was astonishing, completely unlike what a level twenty-two Soul Grandmaster should possess.

Feng Xiaotian frowned.

He felt that Zhao Tian was much faster than he had been during the previous match.

What was the reason?

He did not dwell on it, because Zhao Tian had already begun his counterattack.

His first Soul Ring lit up.

"Phoenix Holy Light Blast!"

A dazzling pillar of light erupted from Zhao Tian's palm and blasted toward Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian did not take it head-on, instead twisting aside to dodge.

The beam brushed past his shoulder, and the scorching aura of light left his skin burning.

"Such power."

Feng Xiaotian's pupils contracted slightly.

If he had not dodged quickly, taking that blow head-on would have been enough to give even a level thirty-one Soul Elder a hard time.

"Gale Assault!"

Feng Xiaotian stopped probing him. His second Soul Ring lit up.

His figure instantly vanished from where he stood.

So fast!

Zhao Tian's pupils suddenly shrank.

Feng Xiaotian was more than twice as fast as Huo Wushuang!

He had no time to dodge. He could only cross his arms before him while circulating the Radiant Divine Canon to strengthen his body.

Bang!

Feng Xiaotian's fist slammed into Zhao Tian's crossed arms, sending him flying with tremendous force.

Zhao Tian flipped twice through the air. After landing, he staggered back several steps before barely steadying himself.

His arms were numb, and even his bones ached faintly.

If not for Rongrong's one-hundred-percent Power Amplification, that punch would likely have fractured his arms.

"He actually blocked it?"

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

His Gale Assault was no ordinary burst of speed. It was an attack that fused his wind attribute with his own strength.

Even Soul Elders of the same rank would not feel good taking it head-on.

Yet Zhao Tian, a level twenty-two Soul Grandmaster, had actually withstood it with his arms?

"Interesting."

Feng Xiaotian smiled, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew even fiercer.

"Wind Wolf Possession!"

His third Soul Ring lit up—a Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

Azure light enveloped Feng Xiaotian, and his body changed once more. His muscles bulged, veins protruded, and a savage aura radiated from his entire body.

Wind Wolf Possession fully enhanced him.

His speed, strength, and reaction time all rose to an entirely new level.

"Zhao Tian, I've already figured out your strength."

Feng Xiaotian stood in place, a confident smile on his lips.

"Next, I'll defeat you with my strongest move."

"You should feel honored. You're the first person in this tournament to force me to use it."

Zhao Tian's expression turned grave as Soul Power surged through his body at full force.

He knew Feng Xiaotian was about to use his ultimate move.

Gale Twenty-Six Consecutive Slashes.

Below the stage, Ning Rongrong nervously clutched the corner of her clothes, her little face pale.

She did not dare make a sound. She could only silently maintain Power Amplification on Zhao Tian.

Zhao Tian...

You absolutely can't lose...

Feng Xiaotian moved.

The azure figure flashed and appeared before Zhao Tian in an instant.

Too fast!

Faster than ever before!

With the enhancement of Wind Wolf Possession, his speed had reached its peak. Zhao Tian's eyes could barely catch a blur.

"First slash!"

Feng Xiaotian formed a blade with his right hand, azure Wind Blades coiling around his arm as he slashed downward!

Zhao Tian barely twisted aside. The Wind Blade grazed his left arm, spraying blood into the air.

But he did not retreat. Instead, he charged forward, gathering the power of light into his right fist before throwing a punch!

"Phoenix Holy Light Blast: Fist Imprint!"

He compressed the pillar of light into his fist and blasted it toward Feng Xiaotian's chest at close range.

This was a second way of using it. Soul skills had to be adapted to the situation; it depended on how one used them.

Feng Xiaotian's pupils shrank. He hurriedly retreated, but the Fist Imprint still grazed his shoulder, instantly burning a charred hole through his clothes.

"Good kid! You actually counterattacked like that!"

Feng Xiaotian retreated several steps, excitement flashing through his eyes.

He licked his lips and charged forward again.

"Second slash! Third slash! Fourth slash!"

Three Wind Blades slashed out in succession, so fast that they merged into a single azure streak.

Zhao Tian did not dare take them head-on and dodged with all his strength.

But Feng Xiaotian was too fast. Zhao Tian could only avoid vital areas as the Wind Blades repeatedly cut wounds across his body.

His left arm, right shoulder, and back—bloody wounds appeared one after another, and his clothes were quickly soaked through with blood.

Cries of alarm rose one after another from the audience.

"Zhao Tian is injured!"

"Feng Xiaotian's assault is too fierce! He can't block it at all!"

"A six-year-old reaching this point is already incredible..."

On the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's viewing platform, Ning Fengzhi clenched his fists, his expression solemn.

Chen Xin remained silent, but his fingers had already lightly settled on his sword hilt.

Gu Rong narrowed his eyes and stared unblinkingly at the arena.

"Twelfth slash! Thirteenth slash! Fourteenth slash!"

Feng Xiaotian's consecutive slashes showed no sign of stopping. Each slash was faster and heavier than the last!

The wounds on Zhao Tian's body increased, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He was feeling them out.

Feeling Feng Xiaotian's rhythm, feeling the gaps between each slash, feeling the flow of that wind attribute.

The Four Cultivation Systems of the Radiant Divine Canon gave him mental power far beyond that of ordinary people.

Even amid such an intense battle, he could remain calm and analyze everything about his opponent.

"Got it."

A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Tian's eyes.

He had caught that momentary pause within Feng Xiaotian's consecutive slashes.

Between the twenty-third and twenty-fourth slashes, Feng Xiaotian needed to catch his breath!

Although that pause lasted only an instant, it was enough for Zhao Tian!

"Twenty-third slash!"

Feng Xiaotian's Wind Blade came down again. Zhao Tian twisted aside to evade it, then fiercely stomped his right foot on the ground and charged toward Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian was about to unleash the twenty-fourth slash when he saw Zhao Tian charging at him instead of retreating!

How was that possible?!

He was actually looking for my opening!

Feng Xiaotian was startled, but the movement of his hand did not stop. The twenty-fourth slash still came out.

But Zhao Tian had already predicted its path. He lowered his body and slid beneath the Wind Blade while gathering crimson-gold flames in his right hand.

"Phoenix Flame Slash!"

A full-power strike at close range!

The crimson-gold flaming blade struck Feng Xiaotian squarely in the abdomen!

Boom!

Feng Xiaotian was blasted away. He rolled twice in the air before crashing heavily onto the arena, blood spraying from his mouth.

The entire venue erupted!

"Feng Xiaotian was hit!"

"Zhao Tian actually counterattacked!"

"He found Feng Xiaotian's opening!"

Feng Xiaotian lay facedown on the ground. A large hole had been burned through the clothes over his abdomen, and the charred marks on his skin were horrifying.

He struggled against the ground, trying to stand, but the intense pain made his body tremble.

"Good... good kid..."

Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"You actually found an opening in my consecutive slashes... are you fucking some kind of monster..."

Zhao Tian stood where he was, covered in wounds, blood dripping from his arms onto the stone arena floor.

Yet his back remained straight, and his gaze was as resolute as ever.

"Do you still want to continue?"

Zhao Tian spoke calmly.

Feng Xiaotian remained silent for a long time. Then he gave a bitter smile and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"I concede."

Those three words exploded through the entire venue like a bomb.

"Feng Xiaotian conceded!"

"Zhao Tian won! A level twenty-two Soul Grandmaster defeated a level thirty-one Soul Elder!"

"Radiant Phoenix! Radiant Phoenix! Radiant Phoenix!"

The cheers of the entire venue roared like a tidal wave.

Zhao Tian withdrew his martial soul, walked over to Feng Xiaotian, and extended his hand.

Feng Xiaotian looked at his hand, froze for a moment, then smiled.

"You brat... I'll remember you."

He grasped Zhao Tian's hand and was pulled to his feet.

The two stood side by side on the arena. One was covered in blood, the other injured at the mouth, but both were smiling.

In the stands, Ning Rongrong was already in tears. Her little hands covered her mouth, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

He won.

He won.