As soon as the host declared the start of the match—
The Wind Claw Brothers revealed sinister smiles, and a pair of bright silver metal claws appeared on their forearms.
Those claws glinted with a dangerous, chilling light, and with a few swings, invisible wind blades howled into existence.
"First Soul Skill, Frenzied Claw Attack!"
"Second Soul Skill, Cyclone Claw Strike!"
"Third Soul Skill, Wind Blade Dance!"
The two brothers unleashed the exact same soul skills almost simultaneously. After the flash of two yellow and one purple rings—
They began slashing furiously in place with their wind claws.
From Xiao Lin's perspective, their first skill was a close-range attack combining speed and offense.The second and third skills built upon the first, tearing through the air to generate cutting wind blades.
The combination of these three skills made them nearly impossible for ordinary soul masters to defend against—Let alone considering the brothers were twins with perfect coordination.
Countless roaring wind blades surged toward them. Xiao Lin couldn't find an opening to single one of them out, while Doni at his side remained motionless.
Xiao Lin smiled faintly. Looks like this time it was up to him to break their teamwork.
Suddenly, Xiao Lin struck back. Golden flames surged in his hand—
The next second, the flames erupted violently from his arm, transforming into a blazing pillar of fire that shot toward the Wind Claw Brothers.
"Fire Fist!"
With a silent roar in his heart, the flames surged again, swelling to the thickness of a water vat.
The massive firestorm swallowed countless wind blades with ease before roaring onward at the brothers.
For a moment, the two were stunned. Their three soul skills had been crushed by a single punch from this man?
Luckily, they were veterans. They knew elemental martial spirits often worked this way—unreasonable, terrifying in range.
With calm smirks, they split apart, retreating toward the edges of the stage to avoid the pillar of fire.
But just as they thought they had dodged and prepared to counterattack—
The flames struck the protective array surrounding the arena. Unable to break through, the fire instead gathered under the array's influence, compressing tighter and tighter.
In an instant, the accumulating flames produced an even more intense heat.
The golden blaze roared endlessly, the brothers suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
They had evaded the strike, but the sheer heat still weighed heavily on them.
In just moments, the temperature curled their hair from the scorching air.
"This fire…?"
The older twin frowned. In all their battles, they had never seen flames like these.
It wasn't that they hadn't faced hotter fire before—But normally that took two or three soul skills layered together.
This man had done it with just a casual punch. Without even using a soul skill.
The host, experienced as he was, shouted in excitement:
"A self-created soul skill! This must be a self-created soul skill!"
He thought he had uncovered the secret behind Xiao Lin's Fire Fist. Little did he know—it was merely one way of unleashing Xiao Lin's qi energy blast, nothing special at all.
Just then—
"Whoosh!"
From across the stage came the sound of tearing winds.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Xiao Lin saw his fire split apart.
When he looked closely, the host shouted again:
"It's here! The Wind Claw Brothers' strongest technique—Endless Wind Pressure!"
As his words fell, Xiao Lin felt his flames suddenly being crushed flat, forced down as though by some invisible weight.
The towering fire pillar collapsed onto the ground, flames rolling across the stage like wheat flattened by wind.
Xiao Lin was stunned.This was his Extreme Fire—how could mere wind suppress it?
But now he understood: the brothers had simultaneously activated their fourth soul rings, and the resonance between them produced something else entirely.
Xiao Lin knew this phenomenon well. Wasn't this the same as his and Tang San's Soul Ring Fusion Skill?
The next second, Endless Wind Pressure surged toward him and Doni.
The crushing gale made it nearly impossible to open their eyes. Worse—the fierce wind threatened to blow their wigs away.
That would be disastrous. If they were exposed here, they'd become laughingstocks.
Doni acted first, unleashing Golden Light Body Protection.
With a flash of gold, her image transformed from a gentle lady into a war goddess.
No matter how the storm raged, she stood unshaken.
But Xiao Lin couldn't do the same. His Extreme Fire would ignite his disguise instantly.
Helpless, he conjured a soul power barrier in front of him.
"Heh heh, brother, they think mere soul power can withstand our Endless Wind Pressure."
"Don't waste time—let's finish this fight quickly."
They knew the fusion skill drained enormous energy. Without pause, they launched their first three skills again.
Two yellow and one purple flashed—an endless storm of wind blades, fiercer and sharper than before, pelted Xiao Lin's barrier with clanging sounds.
The host's voice rang out, hyping the crowd:
"There it is! The Endless Wind Pressure followed by the Frenzied Gale Dance!Countless wind blades! This is how the Wind Claw Brothers secured nine straight victories—will this be their tenth?"
From above, wings unfurled, the host soared around the arena, drawing out the tension.
"Ten straight wins! Ten straight wins!"
The audience chanted along—
"Ten straight wins! Ten straight wins!"
But in the very next instant, the cheers died.
A golden flash burst across the stage. Doni, braving the endless wind blades, had suddenly appeared before the younger brother.
With a single crushing punch, she smashed him straight out of the ring—his fate uncertain.
The host was dumbfounded. That golden aura again—what was it? Another self-created soul skill? To have such terrifying defense and attack in one…
Inwardly, he sighed. He had witnessed a lifetime's worth of self-created soul skills in just this single match.
"Brother!"
Seeing his sibling's condition, the elder roared, face flushed with fury. Wind Claw Dance erupted again, countless blades sweeping toward Doni in madness.
But—
"Sorry, your opponent… is me."
The voice slipped like a whisper into his ear. The elder froze.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and evaporated instantly.
Xiao Lin had vanished, reappearing right beside him with a flame-accelerated step. His finger pointed forward—
A golden fire danced at the tip, flickering upon his thread of death.
The elder understood instantly: refuse to yield, and that flame would pierce his forehead like an arrow.
"I surrender!"
Faced with death, the elder didn't hesitate. He surrendered decisively.
(End of Chapter)