Little Guga Turtle Punch vs. Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes

Those still laughing in the stands seemed to have their voices stuck in their throats, as if someone had grabbed their necks at once.

"Level 43?" Feng Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, then chuckled, but the frivolity in his smile was gone. "Kid, you know that lying on the field has consequences."

Jiang Lan didn't reply, but simply raised her hand to the referee to indicate that she was ready.

The referee was stunned for a while before he reacted. He looked at Jiang Lan, then at the Skywater Academy, as if trying to confirm whether the little guy was a formal contestant.

"The match begins!"

The moment the referee stepped back, Feng Xiaotian made his move.

His figure was like a silver gust of wind, shooting straight at Jiang Lan, leaving a trail of blurry afterimages behind him.

With the Gale Demon Wolf Martial Soul Possession, a layer of light blue Wind Blade had been applied to the tips of his hands.

A level 43 adult, facing a six-and-a-half-year-old child, had no intention of holding back.

The Wind Blade pierced the air, heading straight for Jiang Lan.

The only problem is that Jiang Lan is too short, so you have to lower your body to attack Jiang Lan.

"Take this punch!"

Without hesitation, Jiang Lan swung her fist at Feng Xiaotian.

Just as the fist was about to hit Feng Xiaotian, scenes from his birth to the present flashed through Feng Xiaotian's eyes.

"Wrong?!"

Feng Xiaotian quickly retreated, barely dodging Jiang Lan's attack.

When Feng Xiaotian returned to his team, he felt his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

"Something's not right with this kid," Feng Xiaotian muttered to himself.

Jiang Lan was somewhat puzzled, not quite understanding why Feng Xiaotian suddenly retreated.

Third Soul Skill: Gale Twin Wings

"Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes"

Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and used the Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.

If I don't give it my all now, I'm very likely to lose this match.

In an instant, Feng Xiaotian's body was enveloped by cyan Wind Blade, his wings and arms fused together, and his entire being transformed into a silver-cyan tornado that swept towards Jiang Lan.

That was his signature move, the Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, each slash combining the speed and power of the previous one, becoming more and more terrifying with each strike.

The knowledgeable Soul Master in the stands held their breath. Feng Xiaotian was using Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes to deal with a six-year-old child right off the bat—it was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Then they saw Jiang Lan's starting stance.

Two short arms waved wildly in front of his chest, as if trying to turn the air in front of him into mush. He looked like a rag doll penguin being pulled around by strings. There was no fluctuation of Soul Power, no movement trajectory, and not even aiming. He just rushed into Feng Xiaotian's combo range with his eyes closed.

"Little Guga Turtle Punch!"

A childish, loud shout rang out, and a tiny, almost negligible arm swung halfway through the blue tornado, striking Feng Xiaotian squarely in the chin.

The punch landed in an extremely tricky spot, catching Feng Xiaotian completely off guard. He was diving down in a series of slashes when his chin landed right in front of Jiang Lan's wildly swinging fists. The force exploded, sending Feng Xiaotian's head flying backward, his protective Soul Power shattering instantly. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, tumbling two and a half times in the air before crashing heavily to the edge of the arena, kicking up a cloud of dust. The still-spinning Wind Blade instantly dissipated, leaving shallow scratches on the ground.

Feng Xiaotian collapsed to the ground, his eyes unfocused, his mouth slightly open, having completely lost consciousness.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

In the stands, the audience members who had been laughing and slapping their thighs earlier were all frozen in shock.

A six-year-old child, through a flurry of attacks, knocked out Feng Xiaotian, a level 43 martial artist, with a single punch?

That was the captain of the Godwind Academy, a favorite to win the preliminaries. He hadn't even finished using his Self-Created Soul Skill when he was taken down by a Penguin Suit -suited doll who wasn't even as tall as him, with a bunch of wild punches?

The members of the Godwind Academy stood there, their faces blank for a full five seconds.

Then they exchanged a glance. Their captain had been knocked unconscious with a single punch; was there any point in continuing the match?

Going up again would only result in a few more people lying on the ground.

"We surrender." The vice-captain of the Godwind Academy raised his hand, his voice dry as if squeezed out from the sand.

The referee's hand trembled slightly as he raised the flag. Only after confirming that Godwind Academy had surrendered did he take a deep breath and announce at the top of his lungs, "Skywater Academy wins!"

The silence in the stands was finally broken, erupting in a deafening roar.

Cheers, whistles, and screams mingled together, and many people stood up, desperately trying to get a better look at the Penguin Suit boy clapping his hands on the field.

Shui Yue'er was the first to rush forward, scooping Jiang Lan up and pulling him into her arms, rubbing and kissing him, so excited she was almost incoherent. "You... you... you punched me! You punched me! Do you even know who Feng Xiaotian is?! You knocked him out! Oh my god, we beat Godwind Academy!"

"I told you I'm very capable," Jiang Lan's muffled voice came from Shui Yue'er's arms.

"What kind of fist is that? A weird Little Guga Turtle Punch '?" Xue Wu leaned closer with a strange look. "That name... is as unserious as you."

Jiang Lan struggled to break free from Shui Yue'er's embrace, straightened his wrinkled Penguin Suit, and said seriously, "This boxing technique is profound and complex; it's normal that you don't understand it."

"I see, the essence is just blindfolded and random punching." Xue Wu couldn't help but laugh, earning a glare from Jiang Lan.

The girls from the Skywater Academy burst into laughter, the pressure of preparing for the competition over the past few days completely released at this moment.

Shui Bing'er stood aside, not joining in the laughter and commotion, but simply watching Jiang Lan.

On the other side of the stands, Dugu Yan's expression was extremely complicated.

She already knew Jiang Lan was strong, but she didn't expect him to be this ridiculously strong.

Feng Xiaotian was an opponent she wasn't even confident of defeating, yet she was knocked unconscious by this kid with a single punch.

What's wrong with Grandpa?

Grandpa said he was careless and didn't dodge.

"What is his skill level right now?" Ye Lingling asked softly.

"I don't know." Dugu Yan shook her head, then added after a moment, "Just don't treat him like he's six years old."

Meanwhile, in the Shrek Academy's viewing area, Tang San and his companions witnessed the entire scene.

"Just one punch..." Tang San's fingertips unconsciously tapped his knee, his Purple Demon Eyes still lingering on the image of Jiang Lan's punch.

That punch, seemingly without any pattern, precisely avoided all of Feng Xiaotian's attack trajectories and struck directly at his weak point.

This requires an extremely keen sense of combat intuition, and is by no means some kind of wild, uncontrolled punching.

He looked up in the direction of the Skywater Academy, where the Penguin Suit child surrounded by girls was tilting his head back, laughing carefree.

Jiang Lan peeked out and immediately spotted Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, waving to them.

Xiao Wu gave a complicated snort, while Ning Rongrong covered her face and said, "How can she be so cute even during a competition..."