A Battle That Shook the World! The Geniuses' Shock!

Zhao Tian and Feng Xiaotian walked down from the arena side by side. Both were injured, yet there was a trace of mutual respect in their eyes.

Feng Xiaotian patted Zhao Tian on the shoulder and grinned. "Kid, if you lose the finals, I won't let you off."

"After all, you're the one who defeated me, Feng Xiaotian."

Zhao Tian glanced at him and said calmly, "I won't lose."

"Good! That's the spirit!"

Feng Xiaotian laughed heartily and turned to return to the Four Elements Academy stands.

Zhao Tian headed toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stands. Although his steps were somewhat unsteady, every one of them remained firm.

In the stands, Ning Rongrong had already rushed down and thrown herself into Zhao Tian's arms, crying her heart out.

"You scared Rongrong to death! You lost so much blood!"

Zhao Tian reached out and rubbed her head, comforting her softly. "It's fine. Just flesh wounds, nothing serious."

"How could it be fine? Your clothes are all torn!"

Ning Rongrong raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at the wounds on his body, her heart aching terribly.

"Rongrong, I'm really fine."

Zhao Tian smiled helplessly and wiped the tears from her face with his sleeve.

Ning Rongrong sniffled and finally stopped crying, then took Zhao Tian's hand and led him toward the stands.

"Come on, Rongrong will take you to find a healing Soul Master!"

On Spirit Hall's exclusive viewing platform, Hu Liena put away her earlier lazy demeanor.

She sat up straight. A trace of gravity flashed through her purple eyes as she stared at Zhao Tian's departing back for a long time without looking away.

"I didn't expect him to actually win."

Xie Yue also lowered his arms from across his chest, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Feng Xiaotian is a level thirty-one Soul Elder, with a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. And that Gale Twenty-Six Consecutive Slashes was indeed powerful. Yet he managed to find a flaw in an attack like that..."

"This kid isn't simple."

Hu Liena fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"He didn't merely find a flaw."

"He was using his body to withstand most of Feng Xiaotian's attacks, enduring the damage while analyzing his opponent's rhythm."

"That kind of fighting style requires terrifying mental strength and control over one's own body."

"How could a six-year-old child achieve that?"

Xie Yue thought for a moment before saying, "Perhaps it's an ability granted by his martial soul. The Radiant Phoenix is a legendary martial soul, after all. It wouldn't be strange if it had some special traits."

"No."

Hu Liena shook her head.

"I've seen many geniuses and many powerful martial souls, but he is the first person I've seen who possessed such combat awareness at the age of six."

"The Radiant Phoenix... truly lives up to its name."

Yan scratched his head at the side and said in a muffled voice, "He did fight beautifully, but if he fought me, those moves of his wouldn't work."

Hu Liena shot him a glance and replied flatly, "He only has two rings, while you have four. Even if you won, there would be nothing glorious about it."

"It will only become truly interesting once he has grown stronger."

Yan muttered a few words but did not refute her.

Hu Liena leaned back in her chair again, her gaze deep.

"Teacher was right. This Zhao Tian will definitely become a huge problem in the future."

"But it's precisely this kind of problem that makes things interesting."

In the Skywater Academy stands, a ripple finally appeared on Shui Bing'er's cold, serene face.

She gripped the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning slightly white, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Sister... he won..."

Even Shui Yue'er's voice trembled.

"Feng Xiaotian... actually lost..."

Shui Bing'er did not answer, but her breathing was clearly more hurried than before.

She had always been observing Feng Xiaotian's fighting style, studying how to deal with the speed and consecutive slashes of the Gale Twin-Headed Demon Wolf.

But Zhao Tian's method had utterly shocked her.

He withstood the damage head-on, used his body to feel his opponent's rhythm, then seized that fleeting flaw to launch a fatal counterattack.

This fighting style sounded simple, but carrying it out was harder than ascending to the heavens.

"This Zhao Tian is even stronger than I imagined."

Shui Bing'er finally spoke, her voice carrying a trace of complicated emotion.

"Not only is his martial soul powerful, his combat talent far surpasses that of his peers."

"Sister, can you still beat him in the finals?"

Shui Yue'er asked quietly.

Shui Bing'er did not answer immediately. Instead, she remained silent for a long time.

"I don't know."

In the end, she gave the same answer as before.

"But I won't back down."

"Skywater Academy disciples do not fear defeat before they have even fought."

Shui Yue'er nodded firmly. "Go, Sister! You can definitely do it!"

In the Blazing Fire Academy stands, Huo Wushuang and Huo Wu exchanged a glance, both seeing deep shock in the other's eyes.

"Brother..."

Huo Wu swallowed, her voice somewhat dry.

"Your loss to Zhao Tian... doesn't seem unfair at all..."

Huo Wushuang's mouth twitched, but in the end, he nodded.

"It really wasn't unfair."

"Feng Xiaotian is more than a level above me, yet even he lost. There's nothing for me to say about losing to Zhao Tian."

Huo Wu bit her lip, a complicated expression appearing on her little face.

"He's really so strong... and he's only six..."

"Yeah."

Huo Wushuang sighed.

"Six years old, a level twenty-two Soul Grandmaster, and he defeated a level thirty-one Soul Elder."

"Those of us two or three years older than him look like we've just been playing house in front of him."

Huo Wu fell silent for a while, then suddenly clenched her small fists, fighting spirit blazing in her eyes.

"Brother! When we get back, I'm going to train twice as hard!"

Huo Wushuang was taken aback. "Why are you suddenly so motivated?"

"Because I don't want him to leave me too far behind!"

Huo Wu said earnestly.

"Today, he defeated Feng Xiaotian, and everyone is cheering for him."

"But one day, Huo Wu will also become someone standing on the arena, making others cheer for her!"

Huo Wushuang could not help smiling at his sister's serious expression.

"Alright, I'll train with you."

"One day, we'll become stronger too!"

In the Holy Dragon Sect stands, Tuoba Xin sat in his chair, holding a towel as he wiped the sweat from his face.

His injuries had yet to fully recover, but his mind was no longer on them at all.

"He actually defeated Feng Xiaotian..."

Tuoba Xin muttered to himself, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Even I can't take more than a few strikes from Feng Xiaotian's Gale Twenty-Six Consecutive Slashes. How did he endure it head-on?"

The Holy Dragon Sect teacher standing beside him sighed and said, "He wasn't merely enduring it. He was analyzing it."

"He used his body to feel Feng Xiaotian's attack rhythm, his mental strength to catch the gaps between every slash, then traded the smallest cost for the greatest gain."

"That kind of combat talent is one in ten thousand."

Tuoba Xin remained silent for a long time before finally giving a bitter smile.

"Teacher, it really wasn't unfair for me to lose to him."

The teacher nodded. "The fact that you can recognize that means you've already grown."

"Losing isn't frightening. What's frightening is losing without knowing where you lost."

"Zhao Tian will definitely become one of the continent's foremost powerhouses in the future."

"There's no shame in losing to him now."

Tuoba Xin nodded firmly, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes.

"Rest assured, Teacher. I won't become discouraged because of this defeat."

"One day, I'll catch up to him and fight him again!"

In the corner stands, the dark-skinned youth from the Zhu Family still sat alone.

He had watched Zhao Tian's match from beginning to end without saying a single word.

But when Zhao Tian defeated Feng Xiaotian, his eyes lit up.

It was the light that only a hunter would have upon seeing prey.

"Zhao Tian..."

He softly repeated the name, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Interesting."

He stood, turned, and left the stands, disappearing into the crowd.

No one noticed his departure, nor did anyone know what he was thinking.

But the news of Zhao Tian defeating Feng Xiaotian had already swept through all of Spirit City like a storm.

Everyone knew one name.

Zhao Tian, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Radiant Phoenix.