Feng Xiaotian: The Hell White Tiger Is This Weak?!

"You only won by playing dirty! Otherwise, why wouldn't you dare suppress your cultivation to Soul Ancestor?" With Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng shielding him from the front, Ma Hongjun felt perfectly safe. He planted his hands on his hips and spoke with utter disdain.

"..." Feng Xiaotian slowly shook his head, a soft chuckle coming from beneath his mask. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Why would I give up my advantage to make some wager with you? This is a competition arena, not a place to play house."

Dai Mubai and the others realized something was wrong. How could Feng Xiaotian actually refuse them?

"You... you're a coward!"

"A coward? Heh, you fat bastard, you're the first one I'm taking out. Let's see whether you beg for mercy then!" Feng Xiaotian sneered as his Gale Twin-Headed Wolf possessed him. Six soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—pulsed beneath his feet.

He had already reached level 65, becoming a power attack system Battle Soul Emperor!

"Good lad. You've finally grown a brain." Feng Wanli looked pleased. Under his guidance as a teacher, Feng Xiaotian had become much more sensible.

If he faced Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, Feng Xiaotian probably wouldn't act like the moron in the original story, using his wings to take the hammer head-on.

In theory, wind-attribute Soul Masters were ideally suited to fighting blunt weapons like the Clear Sky Hammer. They had both tremendous speed and ample attack power, allowing them to kite Clear Sky Hammer Soul Masters and steadily exhaust their stamina.

In that situation in the original story, Feng Xiaotian could easily have used Wind Blade Array from the air to wear Tang San down while interrupting his Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Yet that idiot insisted on pitting his Gale Demon Wolf