Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Chapter 117 Victory over the Wind and Laughing at the Sky

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaotian burst into laughter: "Since Brother Yang wants to show his strength, I can't hold back any longer. I can't let Brother Yang look down on me."

Yang Ping'an nodded: "Brother Feng, it's time to show me your true strength."

Feng Xiaotian's second and third soul rings lit up simultaneously, and a pair of cyan wings stretched out from his back. At the same time, a huge two-headed Gale Wolf also materialized behind him.

These are his soul skills, Twin Wolves Possession and Gale Wings. Especially after using Gale Wings, he took to the air, and his injuries healed quickly. Even his soul power and physical condition returned to their best.

Facing Feng Xiaotian in the sky, Yang Ping'an simply stood still. He only had land-based soul skills and didn't have much ability to fight in the air. However, Feng Xiaotian was using two soul skills at the same time. Although he could use the advantage of flying in the sky to remain undefeated, the consumption of soul power for using two soul skills at the same time was absolutely enormous.

Feng Xiaotian slowly spoke: "Brother Yang, your physical strength is even more impressive than I imagined. I don't know how you trained to be much stronger than me and can keep up with my speed."

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but smile: "Brother Feng, the cultivation method is very simple. It's just about pushing your body to its limits. Come on, let me see your true strength."

Feng Xiaotian's expression also turned serious: "Brother Yang, you have seen my self-created soul skill. Today, I will challenge you with my self-created soul skill, the Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of the Gale Wolf."

Yang Ping'an's face showed an excited expression: "Come on, I also want to see the strongest attack power in the Soul Sect."

The enormous two-headed whirlwind wolf behind Feng Xiaotian slowly attached itself to him. It was his two wolves possessing him, which greatly enhanced his attack, defense, and speed.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Xiaotian let out a long roar, his entire body enveloped in azure light, and his wings on his back transformed into wind blades, slashing down from the sky as fast as lightning.

Yang Ping'an didn't care about anything else, focusing all his soul power on his hands, clearly intending to use them to withstand Feng Xiaotian's attack. The only way to deal with Feng Xiaotian's move, besides interrupting it with a preemptive attack, was to simply withstand it.

Feng Xiaotian descended from the sky, his wind blades slashing down, but Yang Ping'an forcefully blocked the attack with a single palm strike.

After his attack, Feng Xiaotian immediately turned in mid-air and his wind wings slashed down again.

As Feng Xiaotian continued his strikes, each blow followed by a spin and another strike, each strike more powerful than the last.

After Feng Xiaotian struck for the twentieth time, Yang Ping'an felt his hands begin to tremble slightly, and his skin had already been cut open. It seemed that he could no longer withstand the blows with his body.

But at this moment, Yang Ping'an also revealed an unusually fierce expression. It had been a long time since he had been injured in a battle, and he had never encountered such a powerful opponent. This kind of bloody battle was truly interesting.

The people present were almost all stunned by the battle. This was the first time Feng Xiaotian had used his self-created soul skill, and its power seemed to exceed everyone's expectations. In terms of combat strength, it was far beyond what a Soul Master could achieve.

However, Yang Ping'an, who was fighting him, seemed even more terrifying. So far, he had only used his second soul skill, and his physical strength was enough to withstand the soul skill.

Yang Ping'an roared, his third spirit ring flashed, and a phantom of a purple-gold mastiff appeared behind him again. The phantom then merged into his body, and his physical attributes were greatly enhanced in that instant.

Especially those hands; the two claws seemed to be covered with some kind of special energy, resembling dragon claws.

This is Yang Ping'an's third soul skill: Dark Gold Demon Bear Transformation. Now, the Purple Gold Mastiff has basically completed its transformation into a dragon, or it can be called Dark Gold Demon Dragon Transformation.

When Feng Xiaotian slashed down from the sky again, Yang Ping'an's dragon claws grabbed at it, not only forcing the wind blade back, but also seemingly shattering it if Feng Xiaotian hadn't been so fast.

Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth. Now that things had come to this point, he had to use up all his self-created soul skills, otherwise he would have no way out.

As Feng Xiaotian continued his wind blade attacks, the only sounds on the field were the collision of wind blades with dragon claws and the sound of wind blades cutting through the air as he flew at high speed.

Especially when he reached the thirty-sixth strike, Feng Xiaotian almost gritted his teeth and used his fourth soul skill: Demon Wolf Storm. Instantly, countless wind blades transformed into a huge two-headed demon wolf descending from the sky, as if to tear the entire arena apart.

Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth again. In addition to the Dark Gold Demon Dragon Transformation, his first soul ring flashed, and a dark gold protective shield appeared all over his body. This was Yang Ping'an's first soul skill: Dark Gold Protective Shield.

However, when the Profound Gold Protective Shield and the Dark Gold Demon Bear Transformation are used at the same time, the golden shield on the body is like armor, and the defense seems to be superimposed.

With a roar like a dragon's cry, Yang Ping'an unleashed a pair of enormous dragon claws that lashed out at the descending Gale Two-Headed Demon Wolf, as if to tear it apart.

With this powerful strike from both sides, the entire marble arena seemed to shatter, and countless plumes of dust appeared to fill the arena.

When everyone saw the arena again, Yang Ping'an was just standing quietly on the arena, while Feng Xiaotian was lying on the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. His soul power was exhausted, and his limbs had no strength left. If Yang Ping'an hadn't held back at the last moment, he probably could have torn Feng Xiaotian's body apart.

Despite his injuries, Feng Xiaotian stubbornly asked, "Brother Yang, how much of your strength did you use?"

Yang Ping'an thought for a moment before speaking: "About 70%."

Feng Xiaotian gave a wry smile: "I couldn't even force you to use your fourth soul skill. It seems the gap between us is bigger than I imagined."

After saying that, Feng Xiaotian fainted on the spot. The referee seemed to be awakened as well and quickly ruled that Yang Ping'an had won.

The people from Shenfeng Academy quickly arrived at the arena and carried Feng Xiaotian to treat him.

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but shake his head and simply walked off the stage.

Team leader Meng Kang hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Ping An, you should still have a lot of soul power left. Don't you want to fight a few more matches? Maybe you can win a few more."

Yang Ping'an smiled slightly: "It's already worth it to fight Feng Xiaotian with all my might. I'm not that interested in the others. Let's save face for Shenfeng Academy."

Apart from Feng Xiaotian, everyone else at Shenfeng Academy is a bunch of rookies. Fighting them would be pointless and stress-free. Besides, even if they fought Feng Xiaotian, they would only be able to unleash about 50% or 60% of their strength, while their own soul power and physical strength were at least 50% lacking.

If we let him keep going like this, he might just destroy Kamikaze Academy. We're friends, after all, so let's give him some face.

(End of this chapter)