Just as Jian Shiwu was about to be caught by Zhao Wuji, he suddenly vanished from sight. Zhao Wuji blinked in surprise, then realized Sword Fifteen had returned to Xiao Tian's hand. "Damn, you're cheating!"
Pfft! Hahaha! Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing burst into laughter. Even Flanders sighed with amusement. "Xiao Tian's martial spirit is impressive—Wuji has been fooled."
Glancing at the incense stick, only a quarter was left burning.
"Old man, you're really not going to lose to this bunch of freshmen, are you?" Flanders sneered. This was the first time he'd seen Zhao Wuji humiliated in all his years.
Is this still the same Zhao Wuji who escaped unscathed from sixteen Soul Emperors of the Spirit Hall?
Zhao Wuji felt embarrassed. He only wanted to train but ended up looking foolish.
Everyone sensed Zhao Wuji's aura shift, growing serious. Xiao Tian and Tang San exchanged helpless looks—damn Flanders, Zhao Wuji meant business!
Tang San also paused. His best hidden weapon was the Dragon Beard Needle, but against Zhao Wuji, it wasn't enough. Close combat offered only a glimmer of hope, aided by the Eight Spider Lance.
Zhao Wuji, guessing Tang San's desperation, turned his attention to Xiao Tian, more intrigued by him than Tang San.
Ignoring Tang San, Zhao Wuji's fourth spirit ring glowed underfoot.
"Location Tracking!"
Dai Mubai warned, "Watch out! That's Zhao Wuji's fourth soul skill—it locks your position!"
Xiao Tian knew this well and chose not to dodge. Instead, Zhao Wuji suddenly leapt right before him.
A powerful Vajra Palm strike followed, combined with the Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step!
Xiao Tian evaded just in time. His second soul ring glowed underfoot, and sword energy surged—enhancing his attack by 200% for ten minutes, more than enough!
He unleashed his third soul skill: Sword Heart Blood Slash!
Seizing the opening, Xiao Tian slashed!
Zhao Wuji cursed inwardly. These two young warriors were slippery as loaches—impossible to pin down!
"Teacher Zhao, watch out—the next sword skill's amazing!" Ning Rongrong called out.
Suddenly, a sword formed from pure sword energy appeared in Xiao Tian's left hand.
His sword intent erupted ferociously—perfect and complete!
Xiao Tian had just conceived a powerful new sword move and seized the chance to test it.
Though Zhao Wuji's strength was formidable and pressuring, the secret of the word "Jie" hadn't been triggered.
Everyone's faces darkened in confusion.
Alarm filled Zhao Wuji's heart.
He again activated gravity enhancement and compression, attempting to suppress Xiao Tian.
But Xiao Tian's Sword Heart Eye skill, tied to his soul bone, disrupted Zhao Wuji's soul skill.
Drawing on memories of the boastful black-clad swordsman from his previous life's double-sword style, a smile curled on Xiao Tian's mouth.
He announced boldly, "Double Blade Flow—Starburst Air Strike!"
Ning Rongrong, sensing his intent, raised her Seven Treasures Glazed Tower, which glowed anew.
"The Seven Treasures have names—one for strength, one for speed!"
Thanking her silently, Xiao Tian activated his third soul skill and lunged at Zhao Wuji with a blistering sixteen-hit combo, rapid enough to leave afterimages.
"Has Xiao Tian always been this fast?" Ning Rongrong gasped.
Even boosted by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower, Xiao Tian's speed was astonishing.
Zhu Zhuqing, seemingly meeting Xiao Tian in earnest for the first time, watched as he nearly surpassed her.
Xiao Wu nodded in admiration, "This move is new; maybe he just discovered it. He's always been very perceptive."
Zhao Wuji didn't notice the sudden blow earlier and briefly felt dizzy.
Regaining his senses, sharp sword energy surrounded him. He forced himself to defend with the Acala body, withholding the martial soul's full power.
Secretly, he marveled, what a monster!
Sixteen consecutive strikes later, Xiao Tian's soul power neared its limit despite his first soul skill's boost.
The sword in the left hand, forged from sword energy, wasn't as potent as Fifteen.
After the combo, Zhao Wuji grinned, "Good… but no soul power left, right?"
"Stop! Time's up."
Flanders signaled, the incense fully burned.
"Humph! Lucky this time, kid!" Zhao Wuji admitted. "I didn't expect a mere Soul Master to show such power. Well done!"
Zhao Wuji felt his wounds sting, not only from Xiao Tian's attacks but from Dragon Beard Needles inside his body, activated by the recent assault, irritating his flesh continuously.
Xiao Tian's face grew pale with sweat, exhausted but exhilarated.
He had given his all; the release was deeply satisfying.
Through this battle, he learned a double-sword technique master Tong once practiced—flowing, showy, and lethal.
Just as Xiao Tian nearly collapsed, Xiao Wu instinctively teleported beside him, letting him lean on her.
Flanders and Zhao Wuji were stunned. Teleportation soul skills? This little girl had such a rare skill? They had underestimated her terribly.
"Oscar! Business!" Dai Mubai called out, sensing Flanders' gaze.
In moments, the bearded, scruffy teenager Oscar came rushing over, pushing a small cart.
"Boss Dai, you need me? What's up?" Oscar asked, following the scent.
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