Seeing this scene, the expressions of everyone from Shrek Academy changed. In previous matches, although Wind Spirit Academy had several team members capable of flight, their captain—Feng Xiaotian, an assault-type Soul Master—had never taken to the air. Now, with him suddenly rising into the sky while still having ample Soul Power to sustain himself, he had effectively placed himself in an invincible position. Without using his Hidden Weapons, it would seem nearly impossible for Tang San to land any meaningful attack on him.
Yet when Feng Xiaotian suddenly took flight, Tang San showed no panic. Keeping his eyes fixed on his opponent, he calmly strode to the center of the arena.
Feng Xiaotian spread his wings leisurely in midair, gazing down at Tang San below. "Tang San, you're stronger than I imagined. But no matter how strong you are, I will defeat you today. Next, I'll attack you with a Soul Skill of my own creation. Be careful. The technique is called: Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes."
Hearing this, Tang San planted his feet in a steady stance, neither too narrow nor too wide, and answered his opponent with just two words: "Bring it."
The words "Soul Skill of my own creation" sent shockwaves through the entire arena. Everyone knew that while self-created Soul Skills couldn't take form as naturally as those granted by Soul Rings, any Soul Master capable of forging their own technique was undoubtedly a once-in-a-generation prodigy. Self-created Soul Skills were born from one's own unique circumstances, making them all the more practical.
Behind Feng Xiaotian, the phantom of a two-headed wolf gradually merged with his body—that was his second Soul Skill, Twin Wolves Body Fusion. Under its effect, his attack, defense, and agility were all enhanced by fifty percent. Combined with his third Soul Skill, Gale Wings, his condition had been boosted to its absolute peak. Only with the support of these two Soul Skills could his self-created technique be fully unleashed. In a sense, his self-created Soul Skill was in no way inferior to his own fourth Soul Ring ability—and consumed even less Soul Power.
With a piercing howl, Feng Xiaotian launched himself forward, his body plummeting from the sky like a meteor chasing the moon. Strangely, despite his massive frame with outstretched wings, not a single sound accompanied his descent. The radiating azure glow had been drawn entirely inward. At this moment, his body and wings locked into a perfect angle.
The absence of sound meant one thing: wind resistance had been minimized to the extreme. Only a wind-attribute Soul Master of his caliber could so precisely find the optimal descent corridor through the air. The razor-sharp edges of his wings glinted with a faint azure sheen under the sunlight—that so-called Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes was clearly delivered from those twin wings.
Blue Silver Grass shot skyward, transforming into countless vines that lashed out to ensnare the descending Feng Xiaotian.
But Feng Xiaotian's seemingly unstoppable charge executed a subtle midair adjustment. In the instant before the vines made contact, he shifted his trajectory.
Light flared from his wings, and the Blue Silver Grass snapped apart. Not a single vine could slow his advance—they were all severed, and he bore straight down on Tang San.
Tang San made an incredibly bold move. Both fists swung out simultaneously, hammering toward the origin of Feng Xiaotian's wings—his shoulders.
In the instant of the downward strike, Feng Xiaotian's wings had already fused seamlessly with his arms. This was precisely why his wing-based attacks carried such devastating power.
Feng Xiaotian was no pushover. Seeing Tang San's fists coming, he was curious to discover just how tough those hands really were. His body shifted slightly, his shoulders retracting in an uncanny motion so that the blade-like edges of his wings met Tang San's fists, which were glowing with a pale luminescence.
Boom! Feng Xiaotian's body was launched skyward. Tang San's hands were completely unscathed, and Feng Xiaotian himself remained uninjured as well, thanks to the defensive boost from his Twin Wolves Body Fusion.
But the bone-deep ache radiating through Feng Xiaotian made his expression turn strange. Were those truly just hands? He knew full well that under the force of his Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, those wing-blades had previously sliced clean through a meter-thick slab of granite.
Feng Xiaotian was sent flying, but Tang San was far from comfortable. His feet had sunk entirely into the ground, and a faint flush rose to his face—his blood and qi were surging upward.
Thoughts flashed through both their minds like lightning. Feng Xiaotian's assault would not stop, and Tang San's defense had to continue.
Propelled by the force of the impact, Feng Xiaotian did not soar back to the heights as Tang San expected. Instead, his body executed a sharp midair spin, and his right wing came cleaving down once more. This time, the single wing flickered through the air in rapid succession, its trajectory shifting constantly—evading Tang San's fists. A hard fist didn't mean a hard body. If a blade this fierce and relentless were to land on flesh…
A layer of purple-gold luminescence appeared in Tang San's eyes as he simply watched the descending wing with unwavering focus. When the wing-blade was less than a meter away, only then did his hands rise and punch out simultaneously once more.
Bang! Feng Xiaotian was sent hurtling upward again, his eyes wide with disbelief. He simply could not understand—even under his own full control, how had Tang San still pinpointed the exact position of his descending wing? That should have been virtually impossible.
What he didn't know was that Tang San hailed from the Tang Sect. His visual acuity was simply beyond what anyone in this world could compare to. Forget wing-blades—even if countless Hidden Weapons flew at him from every direction simultaneously, Tang San could swat every last one down.