With a sharp hiss of compressed air, Feng Xiaotian crossed his arms and slashed outward. Pale white wind blades burst forth—only to collapse three feet from his body.
The backlash of turbulent air howled around him, whipping his hair into chaos and carving shallow cuts across his face, thin lines of blood seeping out.
The fifty-seventh failure.
His jaw clenched. Without hesitation, he circulated his technique again. Wind-attribute soul power surged along his meridians, coiling around his arms as it transformed into two massive wind blades.
He forced himself to stabilize the structure, attempting to unleash his self-created soul skill once more.
Failure.
The instant the blades left his arms, they shattered—no matter how carefully he adjusted the flow, no matter how tightly he tried to bind them.
Yet he did not stop.
The fifty-eighth.
The fifty-ninth.
Each attempt came with subtle corrections—minute changes in circulation, angle, compression. His body trembled from exhaustion, and more than once the thought of stopping crept into his mind. Every time it did, another image surged up unbidden—
Gao Feng, standing calmly amid roaring flames, his Divine Fire Sword descending in a single arc, effortlessly cleaving apart thirty-six of Feng Xiaotian's wind blades.
That scene stabbed into him like a thorn.
During the post-battle analysis, the truth had finally become clear: Gao Feng had perfectly fused his soul power with the weapon spirit itself, making the sword inseparable from its energy.
If soul power could be attached to a weapon spirit…
Then why not the body?
"Roar!"
Feng Xiaotian leapt skyward, a two-headed demonic wolf phantom roaring behind him, its presence shaking the air. His eyes burned with unyielding resolve.
There's no reason my body can't handle it!
His arms moved like lightning. Each slash carried more substance than the last. The pale white blade light deepened, gradually shifting into a sharp, cyan hue.
In mid-air, he unleashed eighteen consecutive strikes.
Fierce gales tore across the ground, carving deep scars into the earth. Dust and碎石 flew wildly as the final strike descended.
"Slash!!"
He slammed his arms together. A five-meter-long cyan wind blade condensed in an instant, flashing brilliantly as it cleaved straight through the obstacle ahead—splitting it cleanly in two.
Laughter burst from his chest, raw and unrestrained.
But it did not carry satisfaction.
His gaze only sharpened further.
Not enough.
This was still far from enough.
Steel rang against steel.
In a quiet clearing, Gao Feng exchanged blows with Qian Daoliu. Sparks leapt into the air as the Divine Fire Sword clashed repeatedly with the Angelic Holy Sword.
Neither used soul skills.
Qian Daoliu deliberately suppressed his soul power, relying purely on swordsmanship, while Gao Feng poured everything into precision.
Unlike his master's broad, domineering style, Gao Feng's sword was refined to the extreme. Though it was a fire-attribute weapon spirit, its edge radiated a cold, piercing sharpness that cut straight to the core.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Lightning-fast strikes rained down, yet every one of them was intercepted. Qian Daoliu's defense was flawless, denying Gao Feng the chance to fully unfold his rhythm.
After several fierce clashes, Gao Feng's wrist trembled slightly. He maintained the sword light at the tip with sheer will, but his steps faltered.
One step back.
Another.
The momentum was slipping away.
At that instant—
A sharp glint flashed through Gao Feng's eyes.
His wrist snapped.
All the scattered sword light converged in a heartbeat, compressing into a single, terrifying point at the blade's tip. His figure shot upward, the Divine Fire Sword streaking forth like a meteor piercing the sun, aimed straight at Qian Daoliu's heart.
Qian Daoliu had already seen it coming.
The Angelic Holy Sword rose, spine meeting edge. Violent soul power erupted outward, but the blade held firm.
Now!
Gao Feng twisted his wrist. The sword's spine pressed down, and in the same motion—
The condensed sword light detached from the blade and shot forward.
Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered. He did not evade. The sword light swept past, slicing through his hair and severing a single strand.
"Beautiful." Qian Daoliu sheathed his sword, admiration clear in his gaze. "Against someone of the same level, even I would struggle to block that strike."
Gao Feng remained composed. He raised the Divine Fire Sword once more, the tip angled toward the ground.
"Please continue to guide me, Master."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Huo Wu's fists tore through the air. Each punch dragged crimson flames behind it, the color deepening toward dark purple as the temperature soared.
Fireballs churned around her, the ground beneath cracking and blackening under the heat. The air itself warped. At this moment, she looked like a true sovereign of flames, hair flying, pupils reflecting dancing purple fire.
As her soul power reached its peak, she stepped forward and drove out her right fist.
The surrounding flames spiraled violently, forming a massive fire tornado that devoured everything in its path, shredding and incinerating it into nothingness.
Her brows knit tighter.
Too scattered.
The move looked overwhelming, but its internal structure was loose. Even with rotational force binding the flames together, the cohesion was insufficient. Against opponents like Feng Xiaotian or Yang Xian—whose attacks were condensed to the extreme—it would collapse in a single exchange.
This won't do.
Not yet.
Without waiting for the sweat to dry, Huo Wu assumed her stance again. She compressed her soul power again and again, until her fists began to tremble violently.
The flames…
Must be condensed.
To the absolute limit.
Whoosh—
Dai Cheng's head snapped to the side as a black stone grazed his ear, carving a bloody line across his cheek.
He did not retreat.
His right fist shot forward like thunder.
Crack!
The red stone shattered instantly, fragments suspended briefly within the gravity field before drifting down.
The one hundred and twenty-seventh… he counted silently.
Pain flared as ordinary stones struck his shoulder, but he welcomed it, using the impact to keep his mind sharp as he locked onto the next threat.
Then—
Boom!
A massive boulder tore through the air from behind.
Dai Cheng roared, twisting his waist and forcing out the last of his soul power.
"Dragon Soars Across the Four Seas!"
The moment his fist connected, dragon-shaped energy exploded outward, pulverizing the boulder in an instant.
"Good!"
Applause rang out as the Gravity Domain was withdrawn. Elders of the White Tiger Sect nodded in deep satisfaction.
High above, in a distant pavilion, Dai Tianfeng observed everything before turning away.
"We will spare no cost to nurture him," his cold decree echoed. "As long as he consistently ranks within the top twenty, I will take him as my godson."
As for the Crown Prince who relied on political marriages…
Let him rot in them.
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