Feng Xiaotian, Lose Yourself in the Sharingan's Genjutsu!

As the one-minute preparation period ended, Feng Xiaotian shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

"First Soul Skill, Wind Blade Array!"

Despite being a Power Attack System Soul Master, Feng Xiaotian was every bit as fast as a Soul King-level agility-type Soul Master. His Wind Blade Array produced ten times as many wind blades as an ordinary Gale Demon Wolf could.

The raging wind condensed into ten blades, sealing off every route Uchiha Itachi could take to dodge.

Feng Xiaotian kept his head slightly lowered, avoiding Uchiha Itachi's eyes. Those blood-red eyes filled him with dread, and his instincts told him not to meet their gaze.

Uchiha Itachi did not rush to use Genjutsu. Instead, his hands formed seven signs in a single second, moving too fast for the naked eye to follow.

"Fire Release: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!"

He spat out a flurry of small fireballs. They struck the ten incoming wind blades and snuffed them out instantly.

His Martial Soul is his eyes, yet he can use fire? Feng Xiaotian was puzzled. He could not make sense of Uchiha Itachi's abilities, but he did not slow down.

As Feng Xiaotian closed in, Uchiha Itachi's expression did not change. Dozens of Shuriken flew from his sleeves into the air. They seemed to tumble without any pattern, and at those angles, there was no way they could hit Feng Xiaotian.

Below the stage, Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye and stared at the Shuriken in shock.

That Hidden Weapon technique... It might be every bit as good as mine!

Just as Tang San suspected, none of the Shuriken struck Feng Xiaotian. Instead, they collided in midair.

Clang, clang, clang!

The Shuriken ricocheted off one another and, almost miraculously, converged on Feng Xiaotian from every direction.

"How is that