Wind God Finger, a Single Strike Severely Wounded Yu Tianheng

On the arena, Gu Feng faced the lightning raining down from all directions as the gale around him shifted continuously.

His self-created Breath Concealment and Vacuum techniques briefly formed several breaks in the airflow before him, deflecting and detonating the descending lightning bolts.

But he knew very well that there was no point in continuing to drag this out.

Yu Tianheng was in his Thunderclap's Fury state, and his defense was too high. Ordinary sweeping wind blades could not break through his dragon scales at all.

His third soul skill, Eye of the Storm, was a large-scale control-type soul skill. Its single-target burst damage was limited as well, and against an opponent with extremely strong individual defense, its damage would be dispersed.

He needed a sufficiently concentrated single-target attack, striking one precise point.

While using his movement technique to widen the distance, Gu Feng mobilized the Soul Power within his body.

He recalled the principles of high-pressure airflow cutting from the physics of his previous life, as well as the air-compression technique he had always wanted to try.

Since large-scale wind blades were not sharp enough, then he would compress all the wind elements in the entire area into one tiny point.

Gu Feng came to a stop. The flight soul skill from the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone within him resonated with the wind elements of his martial soul, and his entire body slowly rose into the air. Before long, he was hovering more than ten meters above the ground.

Yu Tianheng looked up at Gu Feng floating in the air, his face full of astonishment.

"He can fly directly?"

Above the arena, Gu Feng raised his right hand and pointed his index finger straight at the sky.

As the Soul Power within him surged out wildly, the surrounding airflow spun violently, forming a massive vortex several meters wide.

The airflow throughout the entire spirit fighting arena was forcibly drawn over, gathering above Gu Feng's finger into an enormous cyan mass of air more than two meters in diameter.

The wind ball spun at high speed, producing a sharp, piercing frictional screech.

Gu Feng lowered his gaze to Yu Tianheng and spoke loudly.

"Captain, this is also my first time fully using this move. Its power is hard to restrain. Let's settle the match with one strike."

Upon hearing this, Yu Tianheng's fighting spirit surged. The blood in his body seemed to ignite completely as he threw back his head and let out a long roar.

"Good! Let me see just how powerful this move of yours is!"

Yu Tianheng pushed all his remaining Soul Power to its limit, activating his first soul skill, Thunderclap Dragon Claw, once again.

The enhancement from Thunderclap's Fury poured entirely into his right claw. Lightning crackled wildly over his thick dragon arm, and the entire claw became a blinding ball of blue-violet light.

He bent his knees and crouched. The black granite beneath his feet could not bear the pressure and shattered into countless spiderweb-like cracks.

In midair, Gu Feng's palm began to clench fiercely inward.

The enormous two-meter-wide wind ball rapidly shrank under the forceful compression of his powerful Soul Power.

One meter, half a meter, the size of a fist...

At last, the massive wind elements were compressed tightly onto the tip of Gu Feng's right index finger, condensing into a deep-cyan point of light no larger than a marble.

Gu Feng lowered his index finger, aiming it at Yu Tianheng below, and spoke four words.

"Wind God Finger."

The cyan point of light at his fingertip transformed into an extremely thin deep-cyan beam, piercing downward from above!

"Thunderclap Dragon Claw!"

Yu Tianheng roared, kicking fiercely off the ground and launching himself into the air. His enormous dragon claw, carrying all its lightning, met the cyan light head-on from below.

The two powerful attacks collided violently in midair!

In the next instant, the extremely compressed high-pressure airflow erupted with terrifying penetrating force the moment it touched the dragon claw.

The violent lightning wrapped around the dragon claw was forcibly sliced apart, scattering into countless stray arcs of electricity.

The deep-cyan beam struck precisely into the palm of Yu Tianheng's dragon claw.

The thick blue-violet dragon scales covering his arm were blasted away and peeled off in an instant by the high-pressure wind, while the flow of Soul Power through his entire arm was forcibly cut off.

Yu Tianheng let out a muffled groan. The Soul Power protecting his body was completely dispersed, and he fell from midair, crashing heavily onto the arena.

After landing, Yu Tianheng dropped to one knee, supporting himself with his right hand. His dragonized state rapidly faded, and his entire right arm hung limply at his side, dripping with blood.

The sight was utterly brutal!

Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth and panted heavily, his face filled with shock.

Qin Ming quickly stepped forward.

He had thought this was merely an ordinary internal team test. He had never expected Gu Feng's final finger strike to display such piercing force that it had forcibly destroyed Yu Tianheng's dragonized right arm.

Just as Qin Ming was about to call for someone, he saw a slender figure in black swiftly vault over the railing.

Ye Lingling had already run to Yu Tianheng's side.

She held her hands slightly aloft, and a pink-and-white begonia flower quickly appeared in her palms.

The begonia petals unfurled layer by layer, soft pink radiance flowing between them.

Two yellow and one purple soul rings slowly rose beneath her feet.

"Begonia Healing."

Ye Lingling softly spoke the name of her soul skill.

The pink-and-white petals turned into rings of light, gently enveloping Yu Tianheng's hanging right arm.

The torn wounds rapidly stopped bleeding beneath the caress of the light. Ruptured blood vessels reconnected, while the bloody gashes left by the dragon scales being forcibly torn away scabbed over at astonishing speed.

Yu Tianheng's violently heaving chest gradually calmed, and some color returned to his pale face.

In the air, the turquoise currents of wind gradually faded.

Gu Feng slowly descended. When his feet touched the ground, his body swayed slightly.

Forcibly drawing in all the surrounding wind elements and compressing them into a single beam had consumed an enormous amount of mental strength and Soul Power.

The Soul Power in his energy sea was nearly depleted, and his meridians ached faintly with dry, tightening pain.

Ning Rongrong came running over in her little leather boots. She grabbed Gu Feng's left arm and pressed herself against his side, her small hand clutching his lapel as she repeatedly asked,

"Brother Feng! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

She turned her head toward Ye Lingling, who was still treating Yu Tianheng, and urgently called out,

"Ye Lingling! Hurry, give Brother Feng some healing too!"

Holding her martial soul, Ye Lingling turned around and was just about to separate off a begonia petal.

Gu Feng reached out and tugged Ning Rongrong back while shaking his head at Ye Lingling.

"Miss Ye, there's no need. I don't have any wounds."

"Just focus on treating the captain first."

Ning Rongrong tilted up her little face, her brows drawn tightly together. She reached out and felt around Gu Feng's chest and shoulders, her voice full of worry.

"Your face has gone pale. Are you sure you weren't shocked?"

Gu Feng raised his right hand and rubbed the top of Ning Rongrong's fluffy hair twice.

"Really, I wasn't."

"I relied entirely on speed to keep my distance. The captain never hit me. That move just drained all my Soul Power."

Ning Rongrong's suspended heart finally settled. She leaned against his arm and muttered softly.

"You scared me to death. That attack made such a huge commotion, I thought..."

The area around the arena fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

The brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo climbed to their feet from the ground, their mouths slightly open and unable to close for a long while.

Yufeng and Osler were equally stunned, unable to accept the outcome of this spirit fight for the moment.

Dugu Yan hurried to the edge of the arena, staring at Yu Tianheng's right arm as it was still being treated. Her hands rested on her waist, and her chest rose and fell unsteadily.