Li Dixian ascended the arena stage.
The arena was silent, no one uttered a word of mockery.
After Feng Xiaotian displayed his formidable strength, anyone who still dared to step onto the stage was certainly no ordinary person.
There was no pre-battle pleasantry.
Feng Xiaotian erupted into action.
Yellow, yellow, purple, and purple Soul Rings glowed beneath his feet, and his second and fourth Soul Rings lit up consecutively.
"Second Spirit Ability — Dual Wolf Possession!"
"Fourth Spirit Ability — Demonic Wolf Storm!"
He clearly had no intention of delaying, unleashing a thunderous killing move from the start.
Behind him, the phantom of a Two-Headed Swift Wind Wolf roared, and his Soul Power pressure surged.
He shot out like lightning, and with swift movements of his hands, six azure wind blades shot forth, sealing off all of Li Dixian's dodging space.
Where the wind blades passed, the air shrieked and whistled, and deep gashes were carved into the arena floor.
Under countless tense gazes,
Li Dixian made no discernible movement.
Suddenly, sword qi raged across the arena!
A white figure flickered, and a clear sword wave rippled out!
Feng Xiaotian's incomparably sharp wind blades actually melted away like ice and snow, collapsing inch by inch!
When the dust settled slightly,
the white-robed youth holding the sword stood in place, not even a single strand of his casually tied hair had stirred.
The students in the audience were stunned.
White robes, a long sword, such powerful sword techniques... a name instantly surged into everyone's minds.
"Jian Jiu! It's Jian Jiu!"
"Heavens! This person actually came!"
"His Royal Highness's friend is actually that Jian Jiu!"
The seven members of Blazing Academy were also dumbfounded.
Huo Wu's bright and pretty face flushed with annoyance, almost crushing the railing in her hands.
"Yesterday, I asked him if Jian Jiu was as formidable as the Storyteller claimed, and he nodded his head so readily!"
"So... so... he was praising himself!"
Huo Wushuang smiled bitterly, helpless.
"But what he said…"
"It just happened to be true."
"The Jian Jiu in the Storyteller's tales probably doesn't even compare to him in person."
"What a sharp sword!"
Hu Yanli gasped in shock, turning to look at the Royal Fight Team.
"Captain Yu Tianheng, is this the Jian Jiu who pinned you to the wall with a single sword?"
Yu Tianheng's face was as black as a pot, and he snorted coldly:
"Even if your Diamond Mammoth went up there, the outcome might not be any better than mine."
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of confusion in each other's eyes.
From their understanding of Li Dixian,
Li Dixian today was a bit unusual.
He didn't take the initiative to attack.
It was more like he was... deliberately waiting for something?
Sure enough.
Li Dixian said calmly:
"Use your Thirty-Six Swift Wind Slashes."
"Otherwise, you won't have another chance to attack."
With his skin stinging from the lingering sword qi, Feng Xiaotian was already filled with solemnity.
Strong!
Too strong!
The pressure this white-robed youth across from him exerted was unprecedented!
A fierce fighting spirit ignited in Feng Xiaotian's eyes.
He took a step, cracking the ground.
His second and third Soul Rings glowed intensely.
A pair of large wings woven from fierce winds unfolded from his back.
"Third Spirit Ability — Swift Wind Wings!"
"Second Spirit Ability — Dual Wolf Possession!"
Under countless astonished gazes, Feng Xiaotian's wings flapped furiously.
Violent air currents stirred up a sky full of dust, dragging out long azure tail flames, and he charged towards Li Dixian at terrifying speed.
He raised the wolf claws on the backs of his hands, slashing them down towards Li Dixian's head.
"Thirty-Six Swift Wind Slashes!"
Li Dixian raised his wrist, and the Azure Lotus Sword casually parried.
Clang—!!!
The clash of metal exploded with a roar.
A visible shockwave of air, centered on the point of collision between sword and blade, swept outwards.
Li Dixian, possessing the Meltfrost Spirit Vein Body, had a physical body comparable to a Soul Ancestor even when he was a Great Spirit Master.
Therefore, he received this fierce and unmatched strike with effortless ease.
In contrast, Feng Xiaotian
only felt a strange force, a blend of sharp sword qi and ice and fire, surging into his wolf claws.
A tearing pain instantly shot through his right arm!
What startled him even more was the opponent's incredible physical strength.
He himself was thrown several somersaults in the air by the recoil, and after landing, he staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.
The opponent merely swayed his body.
This scene
rendered the entire audience silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The seven members of Blazing Academy swallowed with difficulty.
The burly men of the Xiangjia Team watched with bulging eyes.
Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others also wore expressions of stunned disbelief.
They only knew that Li Dixian's sword was sharp, but they had no idea his physical body was also so formidable.
In the VIP stands,
Dugu Bo narrowed his aged eyes.
"Excellent! Excellent!"
"Dixian is using the opponent's swift wind blade momentum to hone his own sword!"
Xue Qinghe's eyes gleamed with a strange brilliance, and she hastily focused her gaze on the arena.
Feng Xiaotian's attack was thwarted.
His offensive, however, became even more furious.
The Thirty-Six Consecutive Swift Wind Slashes transformed into an azure hurricane that swept across the entire arena.
The blade momentum stacked layer upon layer, like surging waves, each slash stronger than the last.
Li Dixian was like a small boat amidst this raging storm.
However,
each time he drew his sword,
he calmly blocked the powerful blade aura.
His eyes were sometimes distant, sometimes flashing with brilliant light.
The Azure Lotus Sword in his hand also continuously changed its techniques accordingly.
"No! No!"
"Blade momentum like wind... also like a surging tide..."
Li Dixian parried with the sword in one hand, muttering like a madman, while his other hand pulled out a wine flask and tilted his head back to drink.
Wine spilled, and the sword light reflected the trajectory of the wind blades, adding a touch of wild abandon.
In this state, Li Dixian was easily intoxicated.
His eyes were hazy with drink, and his sword techniques were guided purely by instinct.
The sword followed his body, and his body moved with the wind, tracing naturally formed trajectories.
"Still not right!"
"Wind is not resistance... the sword should ride the wind..."
Watching the white-robed youth drink freely amidst the violent blade wind,
Feng Xiaotian's heart was in turmoil.
The opponent was actually using his Thirty-Six Swift Wind Slashes to refine his own sword techniques.
He was filled with shock and anger, wanting to withdraw from the battle.
But he was startled to realize that every storm he unleashed had already merged into the opponent's sword momentum and rhythm.
And at this very moment,
Feng Xiaotian heard an excited, drunken murmur in his ear:
"Stiff wind corrodes iron armor, gentle wind ushers in February... this kind of swordsmanship is merely spring wind cutting leaves!"
As the words fell,
when Li Dixian parried with this sword,
Feng Xiaotian felt a wisp of extremely soft and resilient clear wind entwining itself around the tip of the opponent's sword.
Li Dixian's eyes suddenly burst forth with terrifying brilliance.
He no longer paid attention to Feng Xiaotian, but instead, his white robes fluttered, and his figure moved like lightning.
He hastily darted towards the outside of the arena.
He needed to comprehend the sword!
He had to seize that fleeting flash of inspiration in his mind!
"Jian Jiu! Where are you going?!"
Yu Tianheng suddenly shouted:
"Feng Xiaotian has not yet been defeated! If you leave the stage, you lose!"
Li Dixian did not look back.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Sword qi soared from his great spine!
Two Azure Lotus Swords, carrying distinctly different sword intents, shot out!
Just as his figure was about to disappear from the arena,
the two Azure Lotus Swords pierced through the clothing beneath Feng Xiaotian's armpits.
With immense force, they pinned him to the high wall at the edge of the arena.
Thus... the victor was decided.
Gazing at the direction where the white figure hurriedly disappeared,
the arena was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, falling into a deathly silence.
Only Yu Tianheng
looked at Feng Xiaotian, who was pinned to the wall, and tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth from curling up wildly.
Good! Good!
Everyone must be pinned by Jian Jiu!
That's fair!
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