Feng Xiaotian's fourth slash swept over Tang San's head. His wing blade scraped past the edge of the Clear Sky Hammer, leaving two shallow marks of green Soul Power on its face.
Tang San swung the hammer sideways with the motion, but struck only the afterimage Feng Xiaotian had left behind.
"Too slow!"
Feng Xiaotian appeared at his side and brought both wings down in a crossing slash.
Tang San raised his hammer to block. The stone beneath his feet cracked half a foot deep, and numbness ran up his arms, through his shoulders, and into his chest.
He did not retreat.
He followed with the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, sending his second hammer strike against the fifth slash.
The sounds of hammer and wings colliding ran together, and the Soul Power barrier around the arena shook without pause.
"He's getting beaten!"
Xiao Wu gripped a Blue Silver Grass vine.
"Why isn't Brother fighting back?"
Dai Mubai stared at Feng Xiaotian in the air.
"Feng Xiaotian keeps getting faster. Third Brother is waiting."
"For what?"
"For him to leave an opening."
Xiao Wu barely heard him.
She saw that the webbing of Tang San's right hand had split open. Blood ran down the hammer's handle, and the Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet had been cut to pieces by wind blades.
Ning Rongrong released one boost after another, and light from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda fell over Tang San.
"Strength boost, speed boost, defense boost!"
Three beams of light landed in succession, and Tang San steadied himself a little.
But Feng Xiaotian's sixth slash was already closing on his chest.
Tang San caught it with a horizontal hammer strike and was driven backward across the arena.
"Tang San, is defending all you can do?"
"You're not fast enough