After being away for more than a month, Wu Qi hadn't participated in spirit battles for quite some time, so his spirit fighting badge Level had not increased.
Seeing that it was getting late, he called out, "Changkong, let's go fight."
After speaking, he walked out of the room on his own.
"Senior Dugu, we'll be leaving first. Please make yourself at home," Changkong said as he quickly followed.
When the two reached the academy entrance, they ran into Huo Wushuang and the other two who had just arrived.
The Feng family and the Huo family had spent too much time discussing matters, causing the three of them to arrive late.
"Phew, good thing you haven't left yet." Letting out a sigh of relief, Huo Wushuang introduced, "Brother Wu, let me introduce you this is Xiaotian, whom I mentioned before."
"Nice to meet you." The three greeted each other with clasped fists.
"Where are you headed?" Feng Xiaotian asked.
Their purpose in coming this time was to test Wu Qi's strength.
Since the Huo siblings were not his match, Feng Xiaotian had come to fight him.
Changkong said, "Spirit battles are part of our daily training. Since you're here, we can wait a bit before going."
Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian showed a hint of excitement. "Brother Wu, would you be willing to have a one-on-one match with me? You can choose the location."
"Let's go to the Great Spirit Arena," Wu Qi replied casually.
Aside from Tang San and himself, Feng Xiaotian was the only other genius on the continent with innate full spirit power.
Unfortunately, his potential had been held back by his family, causing him to spend too much time on self-created spirit abilities.
Two years later, when Feng Xiaotian reached the age of twenty-four, he would still only be a Level 43 Spirit Ancestor, hard to believe for someone with innate full spirit power.
At present, Feng Xiaotian's aura showed he was at Level 41. That meant over the next two years, he would only manage to increase by about two Levels.
Of course, this wasn't entirely his fault. The Feng family was merely a rising noble family without strong foundations, so he had to find his own way through many detours.
Feng Xiaotian smiled and reminded him, "My spirit power Level is higher than yours, so you'll need to issue the challenge to me."
A scheduled match didn't require opponent matching, saving a lot of time.
The staff at the Great Spirit Arena quickly arranged the match for both sides.
On the arena stage, Wu Qi and Feng Xiaotian stood facing each other.
"We're both wind-attribute Spirit Masters. This will be a contest of speed, don't fall behind," Feng Xiaotian said with a friendly tone.
Wu Qi nodded without saying anything.
Below the stage, Changkong and the Huo siblings watched the match.
"Who do you think will win?" Changkong asked casually, resting his hands behind his head.
After thinking carefully, Huo Wushuang said seriously, "Xiaotian has the advantage in both age and cultivation. His chances of winning are high."
Huo Wu didn't speak.
Changkong shook his head. "I'm telling you, Brother Wu will definitely win this match—and he'll win quickly."
In the past, Wu Qi had always fought opponents above his Level and had never lost.
Now that Wu Qi's spirit power Level was even one Level higher than Feng Xiaotian's, there was no way he would lose.
Huo Wushuang didn't understand where his confidence came from and let out a long breath. "Then let's wait and see."
On the stage, as the referee gave the signal, both sides released their martial souls at the same time.
Feng Xiaotian's martial soul and Spirit Rings weren't particularly eye-catching, and the audience reacted indifferently.
But when Wu Qi revealed his third Spirit Ring, a smile appeared on his lips.
Soon after, his body stiffened.
A fourth black ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring appeared beneath Wu Qi's feet. Yellow, yellow, purple, black, four Spirit Rings shone brightly.
The audience fell silent for a moment, then erupted into loud cheers.
"A ten-thousand-year fourth Spirit Ring—Spirit Ancestor?!"
Compared to Wu Qi's Spirit Rings, the Huo siblings were more curious about how he had managed to break through so many Levels in such a short time.
Changkong, on the other hand, felt a strong sense of pressure. Wu Qi's fourth Spirit Ring was ten thousand years, he had been completely outclassed.
Six years ago, when they first met, their spirit power Levels were not far apart. Over those six years, Changkong had worked hard to keep the gap from widening too much.
But the moment Wu Qi revealed his fourth Spirit Ring, he knew the gap had grown.
He wouldn't act recklessly or attempt to absorb a ten-thousand-year fourth Spirit Ring.
From a rational perspective, Wu Qi could achieve this only because he had built a strong foundation beforehand.
Changkong was already Level 38, there was no time left for him to rebuild his foundation.
On the stage, Feng Xiaotian showed a bitter smile. "It seems I underestimated you. In this match, don't hold back. Even if I lose, I want to understand how I lost."
"As you wish."
The match officially began.
The difference in spirit power forced Feng Xiaotian to make the first move to avoid being dragged into his opponent's rhythm.
"Second Spirit Ring—Swift Wind Wings. First Spirit Ring—Wind Blade Formation."
A pair of wings spread from his back as Feng Xiaotian rose into the air.
Sharp wolf claws extended from his hands as he slashed out ten semi-arc wind blades, sealing off every possible path of evasion.
Immediately after, he brought his hands together, forming a large wind-condensed blade that slashed forward with a roaring force.
Wu Qi responded calmly.
As fellow wind-attribute Spirit Masters, Feng Xiaotian's first Spirit Ring posed little threat to him.
Wu Qi countered with his own first Spirit Ring, easily neutralizing the attack.
He then rose into the air as well, shifting the battlefield to midair.
"I've heard that our self-created spirit abilities are similar. Let me see yours," Wu Qi said casually.
Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. I hope you can help me find my shortcomings."
The Spirit Luan Aerial Technique and the Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of the Gale Demon Wolf were unleashed at the same time.
Both being wind-attribute Spirit Masters, the violent gusts they generated swept wildly through the Great Spirit Arena, bringing a cool rush of air to the audience.
To prevent the spectators in the front rows from being blown away, several Spirit Kings from the arena joined forces to contain the spreading winds.
"A clash of self-created spirit abilities!"
Huo Wushuang watched with a serious expression, unwilling to miss a single detail of the fight.
Huo Wu glanced at the two combatants and couldn't help but sigh.
With Wu Qi's current strength, there was no way he would submit to others and join their academy.
That left them with only one option, joining Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
As the layers continued to stack, Feng Xiaotian quickly reached the limit of thirty-six layers. Beyond that, his attack power could no longer increase.
Meanwhile, the Spirit Luan Aerial Technique could stack up to eighty-one layers and was still far from its limit.
Wu Qi moved like a phantom. Even Feng Xiaotian, also an agility-type Spirit Master, struggled to track his movements.
At this point, Feng Xiaotian felt like he was striking cotton, his power had nowhere to land.
Seeing that he had no remaining means to restrain his opponent, he gave a bitter smile and said, "Your mastery of self-created spirit abilities far surpasses mine. You've won this match."
There was no frustration on his face, only excitement.
With a successful example to learn from, his self-created spirit ability would surely improve rapidly.
As one side admitted defeat, the spirit battle came to an abrupt end.
Wu Qi withdrew his power and landed on the ground, then extended an invitation to Feng Xiaotian.
"You're strong as well. Why not join my team? We can fight together in the Spirit Master Tournament."
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