Chapter 108: Finally, I found a chance to show off!
Ye Xuanming had no intention of dodging at all.
His second soul ring flashed.
"Black Jade Transformation!"
A dark, jade-like luster shimmered on the blue silver grass, and a powerful aura soared into the sky.
Facing the incoming wind blades, Ye Xuanming raised his right hand, and the blue-gold life-gold silver grass wrapped around it.
"Jingle bells!"
A series of crisp sounds rang out, and those wind blades, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, couldn't even break through his Blue Silver Grass of Life, which was covered with the luster of black jade.
"What!" Feng Xiaotian's pupils contracted, utterly shocked.
Feng Xiaotian knew that he could no longer hold back anything.
"Ye Xuanming! Take this!" Feng Xiaotian circled in the air, his wings and arms merging into one.
His aura began to rise wildly, and the cyan light condensed to its extreme.
"Thirty-six consecutive slashes of the Gale Wolf!"
Feng Xiaotian roared, transforming into a blue storm that swept towards Ye Xuanming.
First strike!
The second strike!
The third strike!
His figure was so fast that only streaks of azure light could be seen, slashing towards Ye Xuanming from all directions in an endless stream.
Each strike is more powerful than the last!
The entire battle arena was enveloped by raging cyan wind blades.
The audience below the stage could no longer see what was happening inside; they could only feel the increasingly intense sense of oppression.
"Can the captain win?" The students of Kamikaze Academy clenched their fists nervously.
Ye Xuanming stood in the eye of the storm, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
He made no move, simply watching Feng Xiaotian's repeated strikes calmly.
If we want to defeat Feng Xiaotian, we must defeat his most prized self-created soul skill, the Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.
Until the thirty-fifth strike landed.
Feng Xiaotian's aura had reached its peak.
"The final blow!"
Feng Xiaotian roared, gathering all his soul power into this final strike.
A blue wolf shadow, even larger than all the previous attacks combined, slashed down!
It was at this moment that Ye Xuanming made his move.
He slowly raised his right hand, and purple-gold light condensed in his palm.
"First Soul Skill, Annihilation Overlord Spear!"
A spear, its entire body entwined with purple-gold patterns and exuding an aura of destruction and death, appeared out of thin air.
Ye Xuanming gripped his spear and, without any unnecessary movements, simply thrust it out towards the massive wolf shadow that was slashing down from above.
The spears shot out like dragons.
The purple-gold spear tip precisely struck the blue wolf shadow between the eyebrows.
The purple-gold spear tip collided with the enormous blue wolf shadow.
The thirty-sixth strike, which embodied all of Feng Xiaotian's power, and the enormous blue wolf shadow, began to show fine cracks starting from between its brows.
Cracks quickly spread and covered his entire body.
"Bang!"
The enormous wolf shadow shattered with a bang under the horrified gaze of the audience, turning into countless blue specks of light that dissipated into the air.
The might of the Annihilation Overlord Spear remained undiminished, and the purple-gold lightning flashed and disappeared in an instant.
"puff!"
Feng Xiaotian spat out a mouthful of blood, and like a kite with a broken string, he flew backward from the air and crashed heavily onto the edge of the Soul Fighting Arena, immediately losing consciousness.
One shot.
Just one shot.
Feng Xiaotian, the captain of the Kamikaze team who was proud of him, was defeated after unleashing his strongest self-created soul skill.
On the other side, the other members of the Kamikaze team, who were trapped by Dugu Yan's poison mist, were shocked when they saw their captain killed in one move. Dugu Yan seized their weakness and quickly dealt with them all.
The battle is over.
The Royal Fighting Team, all seven members, stood unharmed in the center of the arena.
The Kamikaze Squadron, all seven members, lay on the ground.
The entire arena was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared blankly at the boy standing calmly on the stage, holding a long spear.
This result exceeded everyone's expectations.
They had considered that the Kamikaze might lose, but no one expected them to lose so quickly and so decisively.
After a long silence, the host finally found his voice and announced in a trembling tone:
"The victors are the Royal Fighting Team!"
After a brief silence, the room erupted in a discussion more heated than ever before.
On the arena, Ye Xuanming's Annihilation Overlord Spear turned into specks of light and dissipated.
The medical team's Soul Masters hurriedly went up on stage and carried Feng Xiaotian and the others off.
After treatment, Feng Xiaotian slowly regained consciousness.
He struggled to his feet, ignoring his teammates' attempts to dissuade him, and walked step by step to Ye Xuanming.
His face was pale, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, but his posture remained upright.
"I lost," Feng Xiaotian said, his voice slightly hoarse.
Ye Xuanming glanced at him but didn't say anything.
"But I will not give up."
Feng Xiaotian's tone had lost its previous arrogance and gained a new firmness.
"One day, I will surpass you!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, wanting to say, "Keep dreaming," but was stopped by Dugu Yan.
Ye Xuanming looked at Feng Xiaotian in front of him and suddenly spoke.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the quiet arena.
"An enemy who is defeated by me is never considered a worthy opponent. I give you time to catch up until you can no longer see him."
Everyone in the room, including Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan, was stunned.
The moment the words were spoken, everyone in the room froze.
What arrogance! What domineering power!
Losers don't even deserve to be considered opponents!
Feng Xiaotian's body trembled violently. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
These words made him feel more powerless than any mockery or humiliation.
It was a kind of despair, like standing at the foot of a mountain and looking up at the summit.
The members of the Royal Fighting Team were also stunned by Ye Xuanming's words.
Ning Rongrong's big eyes were full of sparkling little stars.
"Brother Xuanming, you're so handsome!"
Dugu Yan was also momentarily lost in thought; she found herself increasingly unable to understand this man.
On the surface, Ye Xuanming remained calm and composed, but inwardly he was suppressing a fit of laughter.
"I've finally found an opportunity! The Desolate Heaven Emperor's quotes—it feels so good to show off!"
No, I have to stay focused, I can't burst out laughing!
Ye Xuanming forcibly suppressed the upward curve of his lips, maintaining his superior demeanor, and turned to his teammates, saying:
"Let's go."
The group slowly walked off the stage under the shocked gaze of tens of thousands of people.
Only after their figures disappeared did Feng Xiaotian seem to recover from the impact of those words.
He didn't give up; instead, he clenched his fists.
Can't you see it from afar?
Let's give it a try!
...
The carriage drove out of Shenfeng City, heading towards its final destination, Tianshui City.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat strange.
Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan would steal glances at Ye Xuanming every now and then, as if trying to read something from his face.
"Speak your mind." Ye Xuanming felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by them.
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