The Final Battle Against Feng Xiaotian

Xiao Wu emerged from behind the tree, patted her short skirt, waved to Tang San, and wore a meaningful smile on her face.

Tang San looked at the two of them appearing one after the other, and felt a little embarrassed. "Why are you two both here?"

Wang Xingyu grinned mischievously, holding his fan. "Little San, didn't you really notice the two of us following behind?"

"I sensed something," Tang San coughed lightly, "But I didn't pay much attention."

"Honestly, Third Brother." Xiao Wu put her hands behind her back, tilted her head and looked at him, "Why do so many people want to kiss you? Luckily, there's Xingyu."

Tang San scratched his head, his tone tinged with helplessness. "I don't know either."

"I'm telling you—" Wang Xingyu snapped his fan shut and tapped it against his palm, "Maybe you two are just too charming. How about this, Xiao Wu, you just kiss the Little San right now, so she won't lose her virginity to someone Little San."

Xiao Wu actually thought about it seriously for a moment, then smiled and looked at Wang Xingyu: "When I kiss you, you won't use your fan to block it too, will you? Xingyu, do you also want to kiss Third Brother?"

Wang Xingyu quickly waved his hand, almost dropping the fan. "What are you talking about! I just like to shield the Little San, and incidentally add some flair to the fan."

"Oh, really?" Xiao Wu tilted her head, her smile deepening. "But I don't see you're interested in any other girls."

Wang Xingyu looked up at the sky, thinking to herself, "Who in my family understands? I'm being suspected of having designs on her boyfriend. It's mainly because you two are so lovey-dovey; who wouldn't want to be a little envious?"

Tang San chuckled and came to his rescue, saying, "Xiao Wu, stop teasing Xingyu."

"Alright then." Xiao Wu decisively withdrew her gaze, then looked at the fan in Wang Xingyu's hand, "Do you want me to kiss the fan too?"

Wang Xingyu thought about it and thought it was a good suggestion. He flipped the fan over and handed it over. "Okay. You can just kiss the back. The back hasn't been kissed before."

Xiao Wu took it, lightly touched the back of the fan, and handed it back to Wang Xingyu.

Then, with lightning speed, she turned her head and pecked Tang San's lips like a chick pecking at rice, before turning and walking forward, her scorpion braid swinging in a neat arc over her shoulder.

"Alright, alright, let's go."

Tang San stood there, his ears visibly red. Wang Xingyu looked down at the faint lip print on the back of the fan, then at Tang San's expression, and silently put the fan away. This trip had been quite fruitful.

In the subsequent qualifying rounds, Shrek continued their winning streak, just like in the preliminary rounds. By the eleventh match, they were tied for first place with the Godwind Academy, with only three opponents remaining—among which only Thunder Academy and Godwind Academy were truly formidable.

Against the Thunder Academy, Shrek sent out Tai Long, Jing Ling, Huang Yuan, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing. The three of them performed exceptionally well, defeating four members of the Thunder Academy in a head -Tai Long on battle.

With three remaining, Zhu Zhuqing used her speed to kill two of them in quick succession. As for the last Thunder Academy captain, Xiao Wu charged forward, enduring the attack head-on. Activating her Invincible Golden Body, she absorbed the full damage with a golden-red light, Teleportation to his face, and finished him off with Eight-Stage Throw.

In the penultimate match, the opposing academy conceded defeat.

Only one match left. Against the Godwind Academy.

Inside the tent, everyone was gathered together discussing the order of appearance for tomorrow when the curtain was lifted. Black masks, light blue team uniforms, and a wolf head emblem on the right shoulder.

"Yo, Prince of Lanling, what brings you here?" Wang Xingyu raised his hand in greeting.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Feng Xiaotian's gaze fell directly on Tang San, and his tone was solemn. "Tang San, I want to fight you one-on-one. Tomorrow, we'll both be the first to step up. If I lose, Godwind Academy will concede defeat."

Tang San shook his head. "I'm sorry. We're a team, and we can't decide the order of the competition based on my personal will."

A hand reached out from the side and patted Tang San on the shoulder. Grandmaster had walked up to him without anyone noticing.

"It's okay, go ahead if you want. It won't matter if you two go first."

Xiao Wu nodded in agreement, "That's right, Prince of Lanling is a nice guy. Third Brother, you go first, anyway, if you lose, I'm still here. He'll just surrender if he loses."

Tang San looked at Feng Xiaotian and nodded. "Okay."

Feng Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, then added, "But there's one condition—if you lose, you have to leave Huo Wu's side."

Wang Xingyu's tone was teasing. "What, Prince of Lanling, are you afraid the Little San is too charming and you can't win her over?"

Feng Xiaotian stroked his chin, confidently tossing his head. "I do have a bit of charm. But just in case..."

On the arena, Feng Xiaotian was the first to unleash his Martial Soul Gale Twin-Headed Wolf. He conjured a blue-green wolf head phantom in each hand, combining speed and powerful attack.

The moment the referee called "start," his figure had already transformed into a streak of blue blur, his fists, enveloped in a gust of wind, hurtling straight at Tang San's face.

Tang San sidestepped, unleashing his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, while simultaneously using his Mysterious Jade Hand to parry Feng Xiaotian's series of punches.

The two figures clashed rapidly on the arena, the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding creating a continuous sound. Feng Xiaotian's speed was too fast, and Tang San was temporarily suppressed.

But he didn't panic—in the brief moment when Feng Xiaotian's punch missed, he changed his footwork, gliding out from the side. Blue Silver Grass spread out close to the ground, and his First Soul Skill, Iron Thorn Strangulation, precisely entangled Feng Xiaotian's landing point.

Feng Xiaotian's ankle was locked by vines, causing him to freeze. Tang San seized this opportunity and threw a punch straight at Feng Xiaotian's forehead.

Wind Blade Array. Countless cyan wind blades burst forth from Feng Xiaotian's body, cutting the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his legs into pieces.

The wind blades continued their relentless attack, heading straight for Tang San. Tang San activated Offshoot Second Soul Skill, Split Vines, which created a net of vines that blocked all the wind blades.

But Feng Xiaotian had already taken advantage of this opening to rush in front of him. With his Second Soul Skill, Twin Wolf Possession, wolf head phantoms condensed on his two fists. One punch shattered the vines blocking his way, while the other punch went straight for Tang San's chest.

Just as the vines shattered, a Blue Silver Thrust that had been prepared beforehand shot out from Tang San's palm—six vines twisted together to form a cone, striking head-on with a sharp Air Break sound.

Feng Xiaotian's pupils contracted, and he crossed his arms to block. The wolf head phantom collided with the Blue Silver Thrust, and the shockwave pushed both of them backward at the same time. Feng Xiaotian was shaken back several steps, kneeling on one knee, with a bloody scratch on the back of his hand from the vines.

In the stands, Ma Hongjun jumped up. "Yay! We won!"

The Grandmaster shook his head. "Not yet. Feng Xiaotian has only used his first Second Soul Skill; he hasn't used his Fourth Soul Skill yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiaotian stood up from the ground, and his Third Soul Ring lit up.

A pair of azure wings unfurled behind him— the Gale Wings. "My Gale Wings can not only condense into wings, but also restore my physical condition to its peak."

He flexed his wrists, then fixed his gaze on Tang San again. "Tang San, you're stronger than I imagined. So—be careful."

Self-Created Soul Skill: Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.

Feng Xiaotian soared into the air, his wings flapping, and his entire body transformed into a blue-green arc as he slashed towards Tang San. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass blocked the first strike.

The second and third strikes—the power and speed of each strike increased. When the fifth strike landed, a gap was torn in the Blue Silver Grass's defenses. Tang San dodged to the side, and his Mysterious Jade Hand took the sixth strike head-on, a slight stinging pain coming from his palm.

Tang San immediately changed his move, simultaneously activating the Offshoot and Sharpening. The number of Blue Silver Grass doubled, their edges becoming as sharp as blades, layer upon layer, slicing towards Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian's Fourth Soul Ring lit up, unleashing the Demon Wolf Storm —a tornado formed by cyan-blue wind blades and a wolf head phantom, pulverizing all the vines.

"What a pity, Tang San." Feng Xiaotian spread his wings and hovered in mid-air. "If you had used this move from the beginning, perhaps I really wouldn't have been able to handle it. But now—my combo attack has already stacked up."

Tang San looked up at the blue-green arc in the sky that was spinning faster and faster. The Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track couldn't dodge the speed that had already stacked to more than twenty strikes, and the Mysterious Jade Hand and Blue Silver Grass couldn't defend against the power that had been stacked to this extent.

His left hand clenched unconsciously, and a few extremely thin strands of lightning flashed and disappeared beneath his sleeve.

He loosened his grip. The lightning disappeared. He looked up, ready to concede defeat.