Huo Wushuang thought for a moment before offering a number he considered quite conservative.
"Five moves, please!"
"Hmph!" Huo Wu snorted coldly. "He won't even last three moves."
"That's impossible. Although Feng Xiaotian's soul power isn't as strong as Lin Yang's, the self-created spirit skill he developed has been highly praised by Father. Even an ordinary Soul Ancestor could be injured by it."
Huo Wu turned to her brother with an exasperated look.
"Do you really think Lin Yang is just an ordinary Soul Ancestor?"
Huo Wushuang was momentarily speechless.
That's right. In these three years, Lin Yang should have already become a Soul Ancestor. His strength must have undergone a qualitative leap.
Meanwhile, a short distance away in the spectator stands, the three Education Committee members stood side by side with the five deans.
Lei Jinghong turned to Feng Cang and asked,
"Dean Feng, what do you think the final outcome will be?"
Feng Cang's expression stiffened slightly. He cursed the man who had poked at his sore spot in his heart, but kept his face calm.
"The purpose of this trip is to deepen exchange and learning. As long as we gain something, victory or defeat doesn't matter."
Lei Jinghong smiled bitterly. "Easier said than done."
At that moment, Feng Xiaotian and Lin Yang also stepped into the arena.
Feng Xiaotian flexed his wrists and put on a confident smile.
"Lin Yang, don't hold back on him."
"Certainly!"
Lin Yang remained calm.
Feng Xiaotian's gaze sharpened. He let out a sharp, long howl that carried a faint wolf's cry.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
A dense azure light erupted from his body. As the light intensified, his figure visibly swelled.
His short silver-white hair was dyed cyan, and a menacing wolf head protruded from his left shoulder.
This was Feng Xiaotian's mutated martial soul — the Gale Double-Headed Wolf!
Unlike Yu Xiaogang's malignant mutation, the mutated spirit, Gale Double-Headed Wolf, granted him complete innate spirit power, transforming him into a top-tier beast spirit that combined powerful attack and agility.
However, his original soul power was far inferior to that of the little rabbit.
While Lin Yang was pondering, azure light gathered behind Feng Xiaotian and transformed into illusory wings. With a single flap, he had already soared into the air.
"First Spirit Skill: Wind Blade Formation!"
"Second Spirit Skill: Double Wolf Possession!"
Huo Wushuang was initially surprised, then exclaimed in shock.
"He's using that move from the very beginning?"
"Because he knows very well that ordinary methods won't work against Lin Yang at all."
Huo Wu commented calmly from the side.
"That one move is the only thing that might leave him a sliver of hope."
The moment she finished speaking, Feng Xiaotian's voice rang out again.
"Third Spirit Skill: Gale Wings!"
"Fourth Spirit Skill: Demon Wolf Tempest!"
In that instant, bright azure light shone around Feng Xiaotian. A howling wind swept across the training ground, forming a terrifying whirlwind of wind blades.
"Lin Yang, I'm going to attack you with my self-created spirit skill now. Be careful."
"This self-created spirit skill is called 'Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.'"
As he spoke, Feng Xiaotian dove down sharply.
His arms and wings merged into one, becoming a massive guillotine wrapped in a storm as he slashed toward Lin Yang.
Lin Yang remained calm. He lightly raised the fingers resting on his arm, and an invisible sharp aura was released.
Clang!
The moment the sharp blade clashed with the descending wolf-wing guillotine, Feng Xiaotian's figure froze. His body was blasted more than ten meters backward.
How is this possible?
Feng Xiaotian was shocked, but he didn't stop moving.
The biggest flaw of his thirty-six-hit combo was that it couldn't be interrupted. Once interrupted, its power would drop significantly.
His wings flapped again. His body drew a sharp arc in the air and dove down from the side with renewed momentum.
However, those invisible sharp energies acted like an absolute defense, blocking Feng Xiaotian's attacks one by one.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Eleventh slash!
Twelfth slash!
…
Fifteenth slash!
Feng Xiaotian kept counting in his heart. Each strike grew fiercer and more powerful than the previous one.
The essence of the Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes lay here — each successive slash grew stronger through layered attacks.
By the time of the final thirty-sixth attack, its power was comparable to a Soul Ancestor's full-power strike.
Yet Lin Yang stood motionless, calmly and steadily blocking every attack.
Xiao Wu, watching from the side, snorted disdainfully. "Trash!"
In other words, Lin Yang was in a good mood and didn't mind wasting time playing with him.
If Feng Xiaotian had treated her like this, she would have nullified his spirit skill with her first move.
At this moment, the people from the five academies were staring intently at Lin Yang.
No.
There was nothing.
No martial soul, no spirit rings were revealed.
He simply stood there, and Feng Xiaotian already didn't know what to do.
Huo Wu instinctively gripped the railing of the stands and muttered,
"Is the gap… really that big?"
In the training ground, Feng Xiaotian's attacks grew increasingly violent. His wings, transformed into a guillotine, left almost no afterimages.
The entire arena was enveloped in cyan blade-like light.
"Thirty slashes already!"
Clang!
Feng Xiaotian's figure was blasted away once more.
He managed to maintain his composure, but his eyes were filled with disbelief.
He had already completed twenty-one consecutive hits, yet he couldn't even make Lin Yang move an inch?
Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth, determination flashing in his eyes.
"It's not over yet. The thirty-first strike is…"
Thirty-two, thirty-three… thirty-six!
The moment the final attacks overlapped, Feng Xiaotian's veins bulged as he roared.
"Move!"
The azure light released from his wings was so bright it seemed ready to ignite.
This strike concentrated all his strength and soul power.
The wolf-wing guillotine drew an elegant straight line in the air with a terrifying tearing sound before slashing down.
At this moment, Lin Yang finally moved.
He raised his hand, spread his five fingers wide, and faint golden light flickered at his fingertips.
Clang!
The final strike was firmly caught.
Feng Xiaotian floated in mid-air. No matter how much soul power he activated, his wings wouldn't budge, as if clamped by iron.
He looked down at Lin Yang. The latter's expression remained calm and undisturbed the entire time.
He instantly realized that his self-created spirit skill hadn't been taken seriously by the opponent at all.
Feng Xiaotian instantly wilted, as if all his strength had been drained.
"Ah… I… I surrender!"
Lin Yang frowned, released his hand, looked around, and spoke…
"Anyone else want to spar? You can all come at once."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough to cover the entire area.
The vast training ground fell silent for an instant before erupting into excitement, as if boiling water had been poured into a pot of oil.
"Damn, that's way too arrogant."
"All at once? Is he serious?"
"Captain, can you tolerate this?"
"Wow, little sister, he's really handsome. I think I've fallen for him."
"Call me Captain. And… don't fall for him."
The crowd instantly became excited. Many people from the five academies had already rolled up their sleeves, eager to try their luck.
Huo Wushuang's lips twitched as he muttered softly,
"Is this guy really that arrogant?"
The ones who could come here were all elites trained by various academies.
Even if their current cultivation levels weren't as high as Lin Yang's, everyone had some hidden trump cards.
Now Lin Yang had opened his mouth and told them to attack together.
It was like a dragon yawning — truly boastful!
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