Feng Xiaotian's entire body burst forth with azure light, and a pair of enormous azure wings unfurled from his Feng Xiaotian. At the same time, azure light and shadow condensed behind him, forming the shape of the Gale Twin-Headed Wolf.
Against the backdrop of that vast and dazzling light and shadow, Feng Xiaotian soared into the air. With just one flap of his wings, his body rose straight up and floated in the sky, aided by the wind.
"Kid, even if you're strong, I don't believe you can withstand this move."
In the sky, Feng Xiaotian coldly stared at Jun Yi. His Second Soul Ring lit up, and the two-headed wolf shadow behind him gradually merged with Feng Xiaotian's body. That was his second Soul Skill, Twin Wolf Possession, which boosted his strength to the extreme.
"Your presence is indeed impressive, so I'll show you some respect."
Jun Yi slowly raised his right hand, and a chilling aura gathered in his hand, quietly forming a slender frost blade.
With a gentle slash of the frost blade in Jun Yi's hand, a pale blue halo quietly expanded and quickly merged into the ground. In an instant, the temperature inside the entire arena plummeted, and the surrounding area within a hundred meters was affected by the cold air, with the ground covered with a layer of white frost.
"An ice-attribute attack, huh? Then let's see if your ice blade is faster or my wind blade is sharper. I'll let you taste my Self-Created Soul Skill, Gale Demon Wolf Twenty-One Consecutive Slashes."
Feng Xiaotian's wings trembled violently, and a terrifying gust of air swept in. Amidst the howling wind, Feng Xiaotian moved, his body descending from the sky like a shooting star.
His enormous body, with its outstretched wings, made not a sound as it fell. The pervasive blue light completely subsided.
"Wasn't it supposed to be thirty-six? Why are fifteen less cuts?"
Jun Yi suddenly realized that there were still two and a half years until the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament, and Feng Xiaotian probably hadn't completely finished it yet.
In mid-air, Feng Xiaotian's wings had already merged with his arms, transforming into sharp blades, unleashing the Gale Demon Wolf Twenty-One Slashes, and swooping down towards Jun Yi.
A smile appeared on Jun Yi's lips. He did not dodge; instead, he simply raised the ice blade, which he had condensed from ice elements, and held it in front of him to defend himself.
"Bite--"
A crisp sound rang out as the wind blade clashed with the frost blade. Jun Yi, wielding the ice and snow blade, actually managed to block Feng Xiaotian's Soul Skill, which he had unleashed with all his might.
The ground beneath Jun Yi's feet was cracked inch by inch, and even a few pieces of stone flew out, showing just how powerful Feng Xiaotian's aura was.
But the Frost Blade remained completely undamaged, without even a slight tremor, like a sturdy shield, stable and unbreakable.
"Your wind blades aren't up to par!" Jun Yi said calmly. His expression remained indifferent, unchanged despite enduring Feng Xiaotian's attack.
"This is only the first strike. There are twenty more to come, each more powerful than the last. I hope you can hold on until the end."
Feng Xiaotian charged at Jun Yi again, waving his hands and manipulating the wind blades on his wings to launch a massive attack on Jun Yi.
"Ding, ding..., ding, ding..."
The ice blades and wind blades clashed repeatedly, and with each impact, a look of shock appeared on Feng Xiaotian's face.
He discovered that although each of his attacks was increasing in strength, the actual damage he caused to Jun Yi was very small, and even the momentum he generated was not as fierce as the first strike. He was shocked to find that Jun Yi's momentum was also constantly rising.
However, Feng Xiaotian had already seen a glimmer of hope for victory. A notch had been cut into the blade of Jun Yi's ice blade, and it was widening under Feng Xiaotian's attacks.
Finally, when the twentieth strike landed, ice crystals scattered and ice shards flew everywhere. The ice blade in Jun Yi's hand was actually cut in two by Feng Xiaotian.
Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian smiled. He wouldn't give Jun Yi any chance to catch his breath and immediately unleashed his strongest strike.
" Jun Yi, I won."
Feng Xiaotian was confident that Jun Yi would be unable to withstand his attack, and he was already prepared for victory.
The power of the twenty-first strike far exceeded that of the previous ones, but Jun Yi's expression remained completely calm; he simply raised his right hand casually.
Jun Yi released the broken blade from his hand. The hard, frost-covered blade instantly turned into ice and snow powder the moment it left his palm and drifted away in the wind. Then, Jun Yi's right hand was gradually covered with a layer of black.
Feng Xiaotian was shocked. Was Jun Yi really going to take the twenty-first strike head-on with his own body? Was Jun Yi truly unafraid of death?
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, causing the entire arena to tremble. A terrifying energy surge swept across the entire arena in an instant. Feng Xiaotian's move had reached the Soul King level, and many people present thought that Jun Yi would not be able to withstand it.
But the fact is that Jun Yi's right hand directly gripped Feng Xiaotian's blade, and with just his own strength, he stopped Feng Xiaotian's attack, pinning him to the spot, unable to move.
The backlash was immediate. The wind blades on Feng Xiaotian's body dissipated, and he felt as if a giant Qian Jun had slammed into his chest. He groaned, spitting out blood, and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
The entire arena fell silent. Feng Xiaotian, who had just seemed to have an absolute advantage, had actually lost? Everything happened so fast that the spectators didn't even see it clearly. By the time they realized it, Feng Xiaotian had already been sent flying backward.
"A very good Self-Created Soul Skill, but unfortunately, the training is still insufficient."
Jun Yi slowly walked towards Feng Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground, his eyes filled with horror.
"Give up?"
"I, I..."
"Never mind, you should go down."
Jun Yi took a step forward and kicked out. Instantly, Feng Xiaotian's body was kicked out like a cannonball, Feng Xiaotian's body slammed hard against the edge of the arena.
The referee followed closely behind, catching Feng Xiaotian Feng Xiaotian his arms and carefully examining his body. He found that Jun Yi's kick hadn't caused any substantial damage, although Feng Xiaotian 'Feng Xiaotian injury appeared serious.
With the healing skills of a healing-type Soul Master, he only needs a period of rest to recover, but it will probably be difficult for him to play in the later team competitions.
"I lost."
Jun Yi's kick not only knocked Feng Xiaotian off the stage, but also shattered his pride. Even the physical pain couldn't mask the deep sense of defeat in Feng Xiaotian's heart. He truly couldn't believe that his proud, Self-Created Soul Skill was completely useless in front of this person, having no effect whatsoever.
"Admit defeat sooner, and you'll avoid getting kicked by me again."
(End of this chapter)