Chapter 159: You Can All Come Together
Huo Wushuang pondered for a moment and gave a number he considered conservative, "Five moves!"
"Hmph!"
Huo Wu snorted coldly, "I bet he won't even last three moves."
"That's impossible, right? Although Feng Xiaotian's Soul Power isn't as high as Lin Yang's, even Father has praised his self-created Soul skills endlessly. Even an average Soul King could be injured by it."
Huo Wu rolled her eyes at her older brother, "Do you think Lin Yang is an average Soul King?"
Huo Wushuang was immediately choked up.
That's right, in three years, Lin Yang must already be a Soul King, so his strength must have had a qualitative leap.
Meanwhile, on a further viewing platform, the three members of the Faculty Committee and the five academy deans stood side by side.
Lei Jinghong turned his head to look at Feng Cang, "Dean Feng, what do you think the final result will be?"
Feng Cang's expression stiffened slightly, and he cursed inwardly about bringing up a sore subject, but his face remained indifferent, "Coming here this time was originally for exchange and learning; as long as there are gains, victory or defeat is not an issue."
Lei Jinghong chuckled; that sounded better than it was sung.
At this moment, Feng Xiaotian and Lin Yang had both entered the arena.
Feng Xiaotian loosened his wrists, his smile arrogant, "Lin Yang, you better not hold back."
"Of course!"
Lin Yang's expression was calm.
Feng Xiaotian's gaze sharpened, and he let out a sharp, long whistle, faintly carrying the sound of a wolf's howl.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
A rich green light surged out from his body. As the green light surged, his figure visibly expanded slightly.
His silver-white short hair was dyed cyan, and on his left shoulder, a wolf head with a sinister gaze emerged.
This was Feng Xiaotian's Mutant Martial Soul—the Double Headed Storm Wolf!
Unlike Yu Xiaogang's Malignant Mutation.
This Mutant Martial Soul, the Double Headed Storm Wolf, allowed him to directly obtain Innate full Soul Power, and it was a top-tier Beast Martial Soul that emphasized both strong attack and agility attack.
But his Innate full Soul Power was much worse than Little Rabbit's.
Just as Lin Yang was pondering, he saw green light gather behind Feng Xiaotian, forming a pair of illusory wings.
With a flap of his wings, he rose into the air.
"First Soul skills, Wind Blade Array!"
"Second soul skill, Twin Wolf Possession!"
Huo Wushuang was stunned at first, then exclaimed, "He's actually using that move right from the start?"
"Because he knows very well that ordinary methods are useless against Lin Yang."
Huo Wu said indifferently from the side, "Only with that move will he have a glimmer of hope."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Xiaotian's voice continued, "Third Soul skills, Storm Wings!"
"Fourth Soul skills, Devil Wolf Storm!"
At this moment, green light was blazing around Feng Xiaotian, wild winds were howling, and clouds were being swept away, stirring up a terrifying tornado of wind blades on the training field.
"Lin Yang, I am about to launch an attack on you with my self-created Soul skills, so be careful."
"This self-created Soul skills is called the Storm Devil Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes."
While speaking, Feng Xiaotian had already swooped down.
His arms and wings merged into one, combining with the storm, as if transforming into a giant guillotine, slashing down towards Lin Yang.
Lin Yang's expression was calm; he lifted his fingers slightly from his arms, and an invisible sharp Qi shot out.
Clang—!
The moment the sharp Qi collided with the swooping wolf-wing guillotine, Feng Xiaotian's figure suddenly stalled, and his body was actually knocked back more than ten meters.
How is this possible?
Feng Xiaotian was shocked, but his movements did not stop.
The biggest flaw of his Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes was that it could not be interrupted; once interrupted, the power would be greatly reduced.
He flapped his wings again, his figure tracing a sharp arc in the air, gathering momentum from the side to slash again.
It's just that those invisible sharp Qi, like an absolute defense, blocked Feng Xiaotian's slashes one by one.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Eleven slashes!
Twelve slashes!
Fifteen slashes!
Feng Xiaotian kept counting in his heart; each slash was more ferocious and powerful than the last.
The essence of the Storm Devil Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes lay in this: stacking layer upon layer, becoming stronger with each slash.
By the final thirty-sixth slash, the power would be comparable to a full-force blow from a Soul King.
But Lin Yang still stood in place, not even moving a single step, blocking unhurriedly.
Xiao Wu on the sidelines even gave a disdainful snort, "Trash!"
It's just that Lin Yang has a good temper and is willing to waste time playing house with him.
If Feng Xiaotian dared to treat her like that, she would definitely have prevented his Soul skills from being used on the very first strike.
And at this moment, the people from the five major academies were staring fixedly at Lin Yang.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
No Martial Soul, no Soul Ring, not a single one was revealed.
He just stood there, and it had already made Feng Xiaotian at a loss.
Huo Wu subconsciously gripped the railing of the viewing platform, murmuring, "The gap... is it that big?"
On the training field, Feng Xiaotian's offensive became increasingly urgent, and the guillotine formed by his wings almost turned into afterimages.
The entire field was shrouded in cyan blade light.
"Thirty slashes!"
Clang—!
Feng Xiaotian's figure was knocked flying again.
He barely steadied his figure, his eyes filled with disbelief.
It had already stacked up to thirty consecutive slashes, and yet he couldn't even make him move his feet slightly?
Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth, a flash of determination in his eyes, "It's not over yet, thirty-first slash..."
Thirty-two, thirty-three... thirty-six!
When the final slash was stacked together, Feng Xiaotian's veins bulged, and he roared.
"Move—for me!"
The green light of his wings was blinding to the extreme, as if it were about to burn up.
This slash condensed all of his strength and Soul Power.
The wolf-wing guillotine traced a nearly beautiful straight line in the air, carrying a terrifying sound of air tearing, and slashed down accordingly.
At this moment, Lin Yang finally moved.
He raised his hand, spreading his five fingers, and a golden light flickered faintly on his slender fingers.
Clang—!
The final blow was caught steadily.
Feng Xiaotian was suspended in mid-air, discovering that no matter how he urged his Soul Power, his wings could not move a single bit, as if firmly gripped by an iron pincer.
He looked down at Lin Yang, whose face had remained calm and unruffled from beginning to end.
He instantly understood that the other party had never taken his self-created Soul skills seriously.
Feng Xiaotian seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he immediately wilted.
"I... concede!"
Lin Yang frowned, then let go, looked around, and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to spar? You can all come together."
His voice was not loud, but it was just enough to cover the entire field.
The huge training field was briefly silent for a second, and the next moment, it was like boiling water dripped into a hot pan, instantly erupting into an uproar.
"Damn, this is too arrogant."
"Come together? Is he serious?"
"Captain, can we tolerate this?"
"Wow, sister, he's so handsome, I think I've fallen for him."
"Call me Captain, and also... stop being a fangirl."
For a time, everyone was indignant, and many people from the five major academies had already rolled up their sleeves, eager to try.
Huo Wushuang's mouth twitched, and he muttered in a low voice, "This guy, is he really this crazy?"
Those who could come here were all elites trained by the major academies.
Even if their cultivation Rank couldn't compare to Lin Yang's for the time being, who didn't have some trump cards?
And now, with one sentence, Lin Yang wanted them all to come together.
It was simply like the Dragon King yawning—what a huge breath!
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