"If you want to witness my prowess, that depends on whether you're worth it!"
Hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, Ma Hongjun muttered, "This guy is pretty arrogant."
"If you had his strength, you'd be even more arrogant than him!"
Hearing that, Dai Mubai rolled his eyes at Ma Hongjun.
Although he was a bit older, no matter what, Feng Xiaotian was a Spirit King—and a powerful one at that.
At this level, in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, he could be considered someone who stood head and shoulders above the rest.
Dai Mubai might be arrogant, acting like he looked down on everyone, but he wasn't stupid.
There were no teachers backing him up in the tournament, so when facing an opponent like Feng Xiaotian, it was better to show some respect.
Even Dai Mubai was like this, let alone the others of the Shrek Seven Devils. Only Xiao Wu looked at Tang San on the stage, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes.
Hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, Tang San snorted coldly. "You'll know my strength very soon."
At that moment, as the referee gave the signal, Tang San began his attack.
"Fourth Spirit Skill, Blue Silver Cage!"
Tang San first used his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, unleashing his current strongest control skill—Blue Silver Cage!
In an instant, layers of black Blue Silver Grass formed into a cage, surrounding Feng Xiaotian tightly as if to trap him to death within.
After his battle with Shui Wuhen, Tang San realized that something like Blue Silver Cage was still too fragile against someone of Shui Wuhen's level—it could be broken easily. So now, facing another powerful opponent like Feng Xiaotian, he chose without hesitation to cast multiple layers instantly.
"Got him!"
Seeing Feng Xiaotian trapped, Tang San was overjoyed and quickly switched his martial soul to the Clear Sky Hammer, charging toward him.
However, facing the layers of Blue Silver Cage trapping him, Feng Xiaotian merely flicked one of the bars lightly with his finger.
Crack~
In the next moment, countless tiny cracks began to spread across the black pillar he flicked, quickly covering the entire strand of Blue Silver Grass.
Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian nodded slightly. "Pretty sturdy."
That casual strike just now was comparable to a full-power attack from an ordinary Spirit Ancestor, yet it didn't break the Blue Silver Cage. This showed that for an average Spirit Ancestor, breaking Tang San's Blue Silver Cage would still take some effort.
"But…"
Suddenly, Feng Xiaotian changed his tone. A yellow spirit ring appeared around him and lit up slightly as he continued, "Trying to trap me with just this is far from enough!"
A cyan wolf head phantom appeared on his left shoulder. As his first spirit ring lit up, sharp wolf claws extended from his hands. With a light swing—
Swish, swish, swish~
Ten semi-circular cyan wind blades shot out with piercing sounds, tearing through the air.
Tang San's proud Blue Silver Cage was instantly pierced under this assault. Countless strands of black Blue Silver Grass fell to the ground and turned to ashes.
Moreover, after breaking through the cage, the wind blades did not disappear but instead flew toward Tang San.
"What?"
Seeing the wind blades suddenly appear before him, nearly sealing off all his paths of escape, Tang San was shocked.
He hadn't expected that one of his greatest trump cards, his ten-thousand-year Blue Silver Grass spirit skill, would be broken so easily.
In that instant, Tang San even began to doubt whether he should continue cultivating his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
However, that thought flashed by in an instant, because he had a more urgent matter at hand—defending against Feng Xiaotian's nearly fatal attack.
Immediately, Tang San moved his feet, pushing Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its limit. Several wind blades passed through his afterimages.
"Interesting movement technique. But this doesn't seem like a Clear Sky Sect secret technique, and your spirit rings didn't light up. Could it be a self-created spirit skill?"
Seeing Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but praise him.
Even for him, it was the first time seeing a self-created skill that completely didn't rely on a martial soul or spirit skills.
However, even with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Tang San couldn't completely evade Feng Xiaotian's wind blades. After dodging several, the remaining blades still reached him.
Clear Sky Hammer, Disorder Splitting Wind!
Tang San swung his hammer, sending most of the remaining wind blades flying away, but two or three still broke through his defense.
"Disorder Splitting Wind is a fine hammer technique, but unfortunately, your level is too low."
Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian shook his head and turned, slowly walking off the stage.
Just as he had taken a few steps, Tang San's voice came from behind him. "Where are you going?"
"You can still talk?"
Hearing that, Feng Xiaotian turned around in surprise, only to see eight dark purple spears resembling spider legs appear behind Tang San.
It was precisely these suddenly appearing spears that had blocked the otherwise fatal attack.
"Oh? Another self-created spirit skill?"
But soon, Feng Xiaotian realized something, his pupils shrinking slightly. "No… that's not right! Could this be… an external spirit bone?"
"An external spirit bone?"
Hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, everyone present gasped in shock, all looking toward Tang San.
At the same time, many people's gazes toward Tang San revealed greed.
An external spirit bone—this was an extremely rare existence among spirit bones, and it could grow stronger along with the Spirit Master. Its value was no less than a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone.
Such a treasure, on a mere Spirit Ancestor—wasn't that a waste of heaven's gifts?
Tang San naturally sensed those greedy gazes. Although he had long anticipated such a situation, his expression still turned somewhat unpleasant as he snorted inwardly.
Then, with the help of his external spirit bone, the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San's speed surged as he charged toward Feng Xiaotian.
"Good!"
Feng Xiaotian's fighting spirit was ignited. Cyan light erupted from his body, and the wolf head on his left shoulder let out a howl. In the next instant, his body turned into an afterimage as he rushed to meet Tang San.
Seeing this, Tang San fully circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill. His Clear Sky Hammer and Eight Spider Lances were both poised, ready for a peak clash with Feng Xiaotian.
In an instant, Tang San's shadow and Feng Xiaotian's cyan figure crossed paths, stopping more than ten meters apart.
"I win—"
However, before Tang San could finish speaking, the Eight Spider Lances behind him shattered into pieces, scattering across the ground. Tang San also lost consciousness and collapsed face-first onto the ground.
Seeing this, a trace of disappointment flashed in Feng Xiaotian's eyes. In the face of an absolute gap in strength, even twin martial souls and an external spirit bone couldn't change anything.
Even with just a slight effort from him, it had already surpassed Tang San's limits.