Chapter 107 The Soul-Chasing Fear of Mother and Child
Tang San moved like a ghost, relying on his Ghostly Shadow and Purple Demon Eyes, and using Tang Sect hidden weapons to barely hold his own against Feng Xiaotian's fierce attacks.
However, the ten-level difference in soul power was like an insurmountable chasm.
Feng Xiaotian had already used his second and third soul skills; his speed was already faster than a Soul Master of the Soul Sect level.
Moreover, he knew Tang San's confidence lay in his insidious hidden weapons.
To ensure he wasn't injured by the hidden weapons, Feng Xiaotian decided to create distance to attack Tang San.
In the blink of an eye, his wings fluttered slightly. Suddenly,
his figure shot into the sky like an arrow, his speed as fast as lightning.
Feng Xiaotian circled in the air like a fierce eagle, instantly locking onto Tang San on the ground.
With a sudden wave of his hand, several azure wind blades, carrying a sharp aura, sliced through the air and whistled down.
Wherever the wind blades passed, the air seemed to be sliced by sharp blades, emitting a piercing whistling sound.
The moment the wind blades struck the arena, deep gashes were carved into the granite floor.
Tang San felt the whistling wind blades beside his ears, his face grave, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Each wind blade could kill him, so he had to be extremely careful.
However, his Purple Demon Eyes lacked the necessary perception, and he couldn't dodge every sudden attack.
In just a short while, his clothes were tattered, revealing multiple wounds.
The blood-soaked strips of cloth rustled under the whistling wind blades.
"Swoosh!"
Another wind blade grazed Tang San's back, drawing a line of blood. This attack made him stagger, almost falling to the ground.
His face was pale, his breathing rapid, like a defeated dog.
Then, he heard Feng Xiaotian's voice.
"Tang San, is this all you've got?"
Hearing this, Tang San gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes, and muttered to himself, "Feng Xiaotian, don't be too smug!"
He used his Ghost Shadow Steps to dodge the wind blades, and at the same time, seized the opportunity to unleash a barrage of hidden weapons from his soul tool, attempting a counterattack.
However, Feng Xiaotian had anticipated this, skillfully creating distance, and his azure wings flapped sharply.
In an instant, a powerful airflow enveloped the entire arena.
The hidden weapons, like soft feathers, were mercilessly overturned before they could travel far, finally crashing to the ground.
"Is this your backup plan? Truly disappointing!" Feng Xiaotian looked down at him, his voice filled with disdain.
As he spoke, he unleashed several more cross-shaped wind blades, which shot through the air.
Tang San's heart sank when he saw his hidden weapons so easily neutralized.
He had a keen understanding of the situation and knew that he could no longer afford to hold back.
"Damn it! I wanted to catch the contestants off guard. Since you, Feng Xiaotian, are so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish."
He performed a somersault, barely dodging two incoming cross-shaped wind blades, and pulled two Zhuge Divine Crossbows from his soul tool.
His Purple Demon Eyes flashed, instantly locking onto Feng Xiaotian, and he abruptly pulled the trigger.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
In an instant, hundreds of fine iron crossbow bolts, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, shot through the air, their arrowheads gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"Feng Xiaotian, die!" Tang San roared coldly.
Feng Xiaotian tried to use the same method to block the airflow, but the Zhuge Divine Crossbows were extremely powerful, and the bolts easily pierced through the airflow, shooting straight at him.
He was startled, but reacted swiftly.
His azure wings flapped violently, and he suddenly soared into the air, narrowly avoiding the crossbow bolts.
"We can't be careless. Tang San is like a hedgehog; one wrong move and we might fall."
Feng Xiaotian was startled by the Zhuge Crossbow and knew he couldn't be careless.
His eyes sharpened, and he spun rapidly in the air.
Instantly, countless azure wind blades shot out in a fan shape, covering the entire arena.
"Tang San, your struggle is pointless!" Feng Xiaotian's voice echoed in the gale.
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot; he dared not take the attack head-on and could only flee in terror under the overwhelming wind blades.
His pathetic dodging was like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, utterly devoid of dignity.
His clothes were tattered by the wind blades, and several bloody welts appeared on his back and arms, blood dripping from his fingertips to the ground.
A sinister glint flashed in Tang San's eyes as he stared at Feng Xiaotian, an uncontrollable killing intent surging within him.
Damn Feng Xiaotian, how dare he humiliate me on this stage!
At this moment, the audience below the stage buzzed with discussion, those from the non-Upper Three Sects immediately mocking Tang San.
"A Soul Master should act like a Soul Master, don't think you can keep winning just because of connections!"
"What a laughable piece of trash, I don't know how he has the courage to stand on this stage."
These voices reached Tang San's ears, instantly darkening his face.
The disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect felt humiliated upon hearing this.
Those Clear Sky Sect disciples who already held a bad impression of Tang San angrily rebuked him, their faces dark.
"Tang San, stop disgracing the Clear Sky Sect! You and your father may be shameless, but we still have ours!" Hearing these words, Tang San's heart surged with murderous intent. "
You bunch of bastards, you all deserve to die!
If I ever grow stronger, I'll make you all kneel before me!
" Tang San secretly vowed to take revenge on the Clear Sky Sect in the future.
However, his current strength was too weak, and he still needed their resources.
Even if he was resentful, he dared not show his dissatisfaction on his face.
Therefore, he could only transfer his anger to Feng Xiaotian, thinking of using stronger hidden weapons to win the match beautifully and slap everyone in the face.
"Originally, these hidden weapons were meant to deal with Oscar, but since you've become his disciple, Feng Xiaotian, I'll kill you too!"
Tang San thought viciously, his hand resting on his soul tool.
With a flick of his wrist, two iron gallbladders, one large and one small, appeared in his hand—the Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Gallbladders.
Tang San roared, his voice filled with madness: "Feng Xiaotian, die!"
The next moment, he violently flung out the Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Gallbladders. The two iron gallbladders drew a strange arc in the air, instantly approaching Feng Xiaotian.
In the audience, Lan Minghua narrowed his eyes.
"That's... the Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Darts?"
This was the hidden weapon Tang San gave to Dugu Bo in the anime, so Lan Minghua naturally remembered it.
Although the weapon was powerful, he wasn't worried because Feng Xiaotian carried the Three Treasures Pearls and the Black Armor.
How could the mere Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Darts cause any trouble?
However, Feng Xiaotian was unaware of this and sensed a deadly threat. He
quickly flapped his wings and soared into the sky, trying to escape the attack range.
However, the Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Darts were incredibly fast, catching up with Feng Xiaotian in the blink of an eye.
Then, before everyone's eyes, the two darts, one large and one small, collided with a bang.
In an instant, hundreds of Bone-Melting Needles shot out, pouring down like a torrential rain.
Feng Xiaotian's expression changed drastically. His fourth soul ring lit up, and a blue storm surged forth, forming a wind wall, attempting to block the Bone-Melting Needles.
Seeing this, Tang San sneered, "Feng Xiaotian, die!"
In an instant, the Bone-Melting Needle pierced through the wind wall and shot towards Feng Xiaotian's body.
At the critical moment, the Three Treasures Pearl flashed, and a transparent shield appeared.
The Bone-Melting Needle struck the shield, making a few soft clanging sounds, before being swept away by the storm.
Feng Xiaotian was puzzled, feeling no change in his body.
"Is he scaring himself? It was just Tang San bluffing?"
Apart from Feng Xiaotian, Tang San was the most shocked.
His eyes widened, and he muttered, "How... how is this possible? My Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Dart was actually blocked?"
However, this time Feng Xiaotian would not give him another chance.
With a flap of his wings, he swooped down, unleashing his self-created Soul Skill, the Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.
"Tang San, it's over!"
Each slash increased in power exponentially.
Tang San's own Soul Power was inferior to Feng Xiaotian's, and he was completely helpless against the Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.
Feng Xiaotian's thirty-sixth strike was terrifyingly powerful, the wind blade seemingly capable of cleaving the arena in two.
The massive wind blade left Tang San with no way to dodge; his face instantly turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and his crotch was soaked.
Seeing this, the referee from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School on the sidelines suddenly intervened, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda radiating light, amplifying Tang San's speed.
This allowed Tang San to narrowly avoid the fatal blow.
Feng Xiaotian glared angrily: "Referee, what is the meaning of this?"
The entire arena erupted in uproar, the audience whispering amongst themselves: "How can the referee do this? Clearly biased!"
However, before the referee could explain, a loud bang was heard, and he exploded into a cloud of blood mist in front of everyone.
The crowd's attention was drawn by an invisible force, finally landing on Lan Minghua.
Lan Minghua's expression was calm, his fingers lightly tapping on the armrest, and he coldly said, "The battle continues."
Everyone fell silent, even Gu Rong, Yu Yuanzhen, and Tang Xiao dared not make a move, only daring to send telepathic messages to Tang San.
"Tang San, admit defeat!" Gu Rong's urgent voice rang in Tang San's ears.
Tang San gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, but his life was at stake, so he could only desperately run towards the edge of the arena.
Feng Xiaotian's soul power was also almost exhausted, but he still flapped his wings, and a wind blade slashed at Tang San's back.
With a hiss, Tang San's back was torn open, and blood stained his clothes.
However, he also fell off the arena and lost the match.
Seeing this, the other referee quickly announced the result: "Feng Xiaotian wins!"
(End of this chapter)
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