Douro Continent

Chapter 397 Haotian Hammer, Chaotic Cloak (Part 2)

Seeing this, the expressions of the Shrek Academy members changed. In previous competitions, although many members of the Divine Wind Academy could fly, Feng Xiaotian, as their captain and a power-attack type Soul Master, had never flown before. Now, he suddenly rose into the air, and with sufficient Soul Power, he had clearly placed himself in an invincible position. Unless Tang San used hidden weapons, it seemed difficult to inflict any damage on him.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian suddenly take flight, Tang San remained calm. He kept his eyes on his opponent while slowly moving to the center of the arena.

Feng Xiaotian spread his wings lightly in the air, gazing at Tang San below. "Tang San, you are stronger than I imagined. But even if you are stronger, I will still defeat you today. Now, I will attack you with my self-created soul skill. Be careful. The soul skill is called: Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes."

Hearing his opponent's words, Tang San steadied himself with his feet slightly off-center and replied with just two words, "Come on."

The phrase "self-created soul skills" undoubtedly shocked everyone present. It's important to understand that while self-created soul skills cannot take shape naturally like those granted by soul rings, any soul master capable of creating their own are undoubtedly a person of extraordinary talent. Self-created soul skills arise from and are tailored to the individual's circumstances; therefore, they are more practical.

The two-headed wolf's silhouette gradually merged with Feng Xiaotian's body; this was his second soul skill, Twin Wolves Possession. Under these conditions, his attack, defense, and agility would all increase by fifty percent. Combined with his third soul skill, Gale Wings, he was already at his peak. Only with the assistance of these two soul skills could his self-created soul skill be fully utilized. From a certain perspective, his self-created soul skill was by no means inferior to his original fourth soul skill, and it even consumed less soul power.

With a long howl, Feng Xiaotian moved, his body descending from the sky like a shooting star. Strangely, his massive body, with its outstretched wings, made not a sound during his descent. The pervasive azure light completely subsided. At this moment, his body and wings formed a perfect angle.

The silence meant that wind resistance had less of an impact on him. Only a wind-attribute Soul Master like him could so accurately find the best descent path from the wind. The sharp edges of his wings gleamed with a faint blue light under the sunlight; the so-called Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of the Gale Wolf clearly originated from these wings.

Blue Silver Grass shot into the sky, transforming into countless vines that directly entwined around Feng Xiaotian, who was descending from the heavens.

Feng Xiaotian's seemingly unstoppable movement was subtly deflected in mid-air, changing direction just before he was about to touch the Blue Silver Grass.

Light flashed on his wings, and the blue silver grass snapped. The blue silver grass that had been entwining around him couldn't stop his advance at all; it was all cut off and headed straight for Tang San.

Tang San made an extremely bold move, throwing out both fists and simultaneously striking the starting point of Feng Xiaotian's wings, his shoulders.

The moment he struck, Feng Xiaotian's wings had already merged with his arms, which was a major reason why his wing attacks were so powerful.

Feng Xiaotian was no pushover. Seeing Tang San's fists coming at him, he wanted to see just how hard Tang San's hands were. He slightly adjusted his body, his shoulders contracting strangely, allowing the sharpness of his wings to meet Tang San's fists, which shimmered with a white light.

With a loud boom, Feng Xiaotian's body shot into the sky. Tang San's hands were unharmed, and Feng Xiaotian was also unscathed thanks to the amplification effect of his second soul skill, Twin Wolves Possession.

The excruciating pain made Feng Xiaotian's gaze turn strange. Was that really a hand? He knew very well that when he unleashed his Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, his double-wing attack had easily sliced ​​through a meter-thick granite.

Feng Xiaotian was sent flying, and Tang San was also badly injured. His feet were completely buried in the ground, and a faint blush rose to his face as his blood rushed to his head.

Thoughts flashed through their minds like lightning. Feng Xiaotian's attacks wouldn't stop, and Tang San's defenses had to continue.

Using the momentum of Tang San's attack, Feng Xiaotian didn't ascend into the sky as Tang San had expected. He merely spun around in mid-air before his right wing slashed down again. This time, Feng Xiaotian's single wing flashed through the air, constantly changing its trajectory. He was trying to dodge Tang San's fists. A hard fist doesn't necessarily mean a hard body. Such a powerful, guillotine-like blade, if it were to land on him, would likely…

A purple-gold light appeared in Tang San's eyes as he silently stared at the falling wings. Just as the wings were less than a meter away from him, he raised his hands again and blasted them out simultaneously.

With a bang, Feng Xiaotian took to the air again, his eyes wide with disbelief. He couldn't understand why, despite his best efforts to control the situation, Tang San was still able to find the spot where he could strike with his wings—it was almost impossible.

Little did he know that Tang San, who came from the Tang Clan, had eyesight that was incomparable to anyone else in this world. Not to mention his wings and sharp blades, Tang San could also shoot down countless hidden weapons flying from all directions at the same time.

Feng Xiaotian was surprised, and Tang San was equally surprised, because he discovered that although Feng Xiaotian's second strike was only a single slash, it was actually more powerful than the previous one. This discovery immediately filled Tang San with some doubt.

The two fighters remained completely unaffected by their surprise. Feng Xiaotian spun once in mid-air, his wings striking down in a continuous loop, unleashing his third and fourth slashes.

Tang San also used his Xuan Yu Hand to catch both slashes.

As it turned out, Tang San's judgment was correct. Feng Xiaotian's two attacks were stronger than the last. Although the increase in force was not significant, Tang San's arms were already feeling sore and numb. After all, his Xuan Yu Hand technique had not yet been cultivated to its full potential, and the opponent's continuous strong attacks caused a stinging pain in Tang San's palms.

Tang San suddenly laughed, something no one expected him to do at a time like this. After taking four hits, his calves were already buried in the ground. Feng Xiaotian had previously stated that his Gale Wolf Slash consisted of thirty-six strikes. Judging from the current situation, Feng Xiaotian's attacks were not only becoming increasingly powerful, but also increasingly fast. Speed ​​and power are directly proportional; the greatest characteristic of his self-created soul skills was utilizing speed and gravity to continuously enhance his attack power.

Tang San understood that although Feng Xiaotian was able to complete the Thirty-Six Slashes, in the end, if he could really withstand them all, Feng Xiaotian's wings would probably break due to the immense force.

Feng Xiaotian's soul power was two levels stronger than Tang San's, and with this amplification, how could Tang San possibly withstand his attack? At this moment, an extremely terrifyingly sharp soul power erupted around Feng Xiaotian's body. Even if Tang San wanted to use his second soul skill, Parasitism, on him, it would have no effect. Even his third soul skill, Spider Web Binding, would likely be cut by the constantly amplified blades. What could Tang San do now? Unleash the Eight Spider Lances and fight head-on?

No, Tang San didn't have that choice.

Feng Xiaotian's attack reminded Tang San of some past events, and of the least noticeable ability in his skill set that he hadn't used for some time.

Just as Feng Xiaotian was about to unleash his fourth and fifth strikes, Tang San's right hand surged with black light, and an unremarkable little hammer appeared in his grasp. At the same time, a loud explosion suddenly erupted beneath Tang San's feet, and a large crater instantly appeared in the ground, centered on his legs which were embedded in the earth.

With his body half-turned, Tang San gripped the hammers in both hands, exerted force with his calves, and used his legs to drive his waist, his waist to drive his back, and his back to drive his arms, causing his entire body to half-rotate. The small black hammers, only a foot long, in his hands rose from below, directly meeting Feng Xiaotian's fifth slash.

boom--.

This time, Feng Xiaotian flew exceptionally high, and if anyone could see it, they would definitely see a crack in his wing. The intense pain had already turned Feng Xiaotian's face bright red.

As he spun around, he stared in horror at the small hammer that had appeared in Tang San's hand. At that moment, he had no time to wonder why his opponent had a weapon. The referee hadn't called a stop, which meant that his opponent hadn't violated the rules of the game.

Little did he know, the referee was completely dumbfounded.

The two bodies spun almost simultaneously, one in the air and the other on the ground. Feng Xiaotian's wings slammed down again, while Tang San swung his small hammer upwards once more. The violent collisions roared like raindrops pounding on banana leaves.

Both Tang San and Feng Xiaotian spun faster and faster, and before long, the dozen or so collisions had ended.

On the judging panel, Emperor Xueye's gaze froze, and so did Platinum Bishop Salas's. It could be said that every Soul Master above level 60 and over fifty years old was trembling at this moment.

What was that? What was that little black hammer? What did it represent? They all knew perfectly well what it was.

That wasn't a weapon, at least not one carried along, and certainly not hidden on someone's person using a spatial magic device. That was a Martial Soul, a true Martial Soul, one that had created countless glories throughout the entire Soul Master world. It was the pinnacle of weapon-type Martial Souls. It represented a sect, countless powerful individuals, and the most formidable strength and attack.

That is, the Haotian Hammer.

(End of this chapter)