After a brief moment of thought, Huo Wushuang offered what he considered a fairly conservative estimate. "Five moves!"
"Hmph!"
Huo Wu snorted. "I bet he won't even last three."
"Surely not. Feng Xiaotian's Soul Power may fall short of Lin Yang's, but even Father had nothing but praise for his self-created Soul Skill.
"Even an ordinary Soul King could get hurt."
Huo Wu rolled her eyes at her elder brother. "Do you think Lin Yang is an ordinary Soul King?"
Huo Wushuang choked on his words.
That was right. After three years, Lin Yang must already be a Soul King, so his strength must have undergone a qualitative leap.
Meanwhile, in the more distant stands, the Three Education Committee Members stood shoulder to shoulder with the five academy deans.
Lei Jinghong turned toward Feng Cang. "Dean Feng, what do you think the final outcome will be?"
Feng Cang's expression stiffened slightly. Inwardly, he cursed him for lifting the very kettle that had not boiled, but his face remained composed. "We came here to exchange knowledge and learn in the first place. As long as we gain something, victory or defeat is beside the point."
Lei Jinghong chuckled. Those words sounded sweeter spoken than sung.
By now, Feng Xiaotian and Lin Yang had both entered the field.
Feng Xiaotian rolled his wrists, his smile unrestrained. "Lin Yang, don't go easy on me."
"Of course!"
Lin Yang remained calm.
Feng Xiaotian's gaze sharpened, and he let out a piercing, prolonged cry with a hint of a wolf's howl.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
A dense azure light surged from his body. As it swirled, his figure visibly swelled.
His short, silvery-white hair turned azure, and a wolf's head with a chilling gaze emerged at his left shoulder.
This was Feng Xiaotian's mutated Martial Soul-the