Chapter 83 Hurricane Condensation, Unrivaled.
One-on-One? Upon hearing this competition format, the audience's eyes lit up. Almost everyone within sight, including the participating academy members, turned their attention to Wu Xuan, who had already entered the waiting area. They all hoped Wu Xuan would be the first to appear. Ideally, he would achieve a seven-on-one victory—that would be truly thrilling!
"Teacher Wang, I'll go first this time," Wu Xuan said calmly after drawing his lots.
Wang Yan hesitated. He considered Wu Xuan his trump card; using him at the start seemed too extreme.
"Don't worry, Teacher Wang, I'll only use my third soul skill. They're not worthy of me using their other soul skills," Wu Xuan explained, noticing Wang Yan's hesitation.
Wang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, then you go. Are you confident you can defeat seven? If you can, we'll put even more pressure on the other academies, which will benefit the later matches."
"No problem!" Wu Xuan waved to the crowd with his back to them and headed towards the competition stage.
"Tch! Arrogant!" Wang Dong muttered sarcastically.
In an instant, Wang Yan's sharp eyes glared at Wang Dong, startling him.
Wu Xuan, who was on the competition stage, naturally heard this, but he ignored him.
The first student sent by Yunluo Academy was a short but broad-shouldered, even somewhat overweight boy. Facing the tall and handsome Wu Xuan, he looked extremely nervous. Beads of sweat were visible on his forehead.
Anyone from any academy would be nervous facing Shrek Academy; it was unavoidable.
The referee called the two to the stage and said in a deep voice, "The rules of the individual elimination tournament are: the losing side immediately leaves the stage, and the winning side can choose to continue or withdraw and replace their opponent. Each side sends seven people, until all seven on one side have lost. Understand?"
"Understood," Wu Xuan replied readily. His opponent's voice was somewhat hesitant, "Y-yes."
The referee said, "Alright, both sides step back and wait for my command to begin the match. High-damage soul tools that rely on material for victory, such as fixed-installation soul tools, are prohibited."
As he spoke, the referee retreated. But the Yunluo Academy student forced a smile and said to Wu Xuan, "I-I'm Ma Yingjun, please go easy on me, senior."
Wu Xuan smiled upon hearing this, "Good name. For the sake of your name, I'll go easy on you later."
"Okay." Ma Yingjun happily retreated, as if he had received a gift.
Neither of them had amplifying soul tools, so the audience naturally couldn't hear what they were saying, but from their demeanor, it was clear that the Yunluo Academy student didn't seem to have any fighting spirit!
Indeed, that was the case. When Yunluo Academy discovered that they were in the same group as Shrek Academy and would face them in the first round-robin match, their strategy was to preserve their strength as much as possible while maintaining a humiliating alliance with Shrek Academy.
Just as Wang Yan had predicted, Yunluo Academy wasn't a particularly strong academy to begin with. They had already paid a considerable price to get past the first round; several of their key players were injured. Now, facing Shrek Academy, the continent's top academy, it was no wonder they lacked fighting spirit. Anyway, it was a round-robin tournament; losing to Shrek Academy wasn't shameful. So, they simply planned to do their best and leave the rest to fate.
They weren't really happy about being drawn into the individual competition; they would have preferred a team battle, a quicker defeat.
Wu Xuan and the chubby boy stood facing each other on the competition stage.
"The match begins!" the referee shouted, already backing up to the edge.
Ma Yingjun was already very nervous, and upon hearing the referee's voice, he reacted instinctively, raising his arms. Three thick metal tubes emerged from each arm, and two equally thick metal tubes from each shoulder. A pair of folded wings instantly unfolded from his back, and six metal tubes emerged from each of his two thick legs. A metal breastplate-like soul tool also appeared on his chest. It was clearly a soul shield. That appearance was nothing short of armed to the teeth.
A silent breeze slowly gathered around Wu Xuan, and four soul rings—one yellow, two purple, and one black—rose slowly from beneath his feet.
Ma Yingjun launched the first attack, his soul-guided cannons glowing, firing countless white orbs that densely covered Wu Xuan.
"Third Soul Skill, Jade Wind!"
"Condense!"
The jade-colored breeze gathered, and Wu Xuan lightly gripped his hands, two uniquely shaped longswords resembling spear blades appearing in his hands.
These two longswords were over three feet long, their blades a deep, dark green, with slightly curved, cyan edges shimmering with a cold, luminous light.
This luminescence was none other than the annihilating power unique to the Extreme Wind.
Wu Xuan wielded the double blades, precisely slicing each of the approaching white orbs in half.
Even with only half remaining, the remaining orbs didn't explode instantly, but instead slid for several meters before collapsing.
This demonstrates just how sharp the two longswords formed from Wu Xuan's ultimate wind are.
Wu Xuan looked at the twin blades in his hand with considerable satisfaction, praising, "Not bad! Nine thousand nine hundred years of third ring, plus the martial soul transformed into the Ultimate Wind, the third soul skill is indeed much stronger."
"Handsome classmate, thank you for testing your blade on me."
Wu Xuan thanked him, raised his left leg, and kicked the heavily armed Ma Yingjun from a distance. A cyan whirlwind instantly shot out, lifting Ma Yingjun straight off the arena.
"Bang." Ma Yingjun crashed solidly into the soul guide shield, falling and dazed.
Watching Ma Yingjun fall off the arena, Wu Xuan swung his twin blades twice and said calmly, "Next."
The second team member sent by Yunluo Advanced Soul Master Academy was a girl named Shangyue. She was over 1.7 meters tall, about eighteen or nineteen years old. While not exceptionally beautiful, she had an extremely athletic and slender figure, especially her long legs, which were very distinctive.
The match began.
Shangyue's fighting style was completely different from Ma Yingjun's. Behind her were two large swords.
The width of one of these swords was greater than the combined length of Wu Xuan's three longswords.
Shangyue charged forward, her hands splitting to the left and right. The two four-foot-long swords instantly shone with an intense incandescent light, carrying two three-foot-long blade beams that slashed straight at Wu Xuan.
"Choose close combat?" Wu Xuan smiled faintly, his two spear-like blades meeting Shangyue's descending swords.
"Clang, clang—"
The two swords clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang. Wu Xuan exerted a slight force, and Shangyue was forced back by the power, rolling and staggering several steps before regaining her balance.
Shangyue's expression was solemn. Four soul rings—three yellow and one purple—flashed around her, her aura increasing several times over. The incandescent light emanating from the swords had a slight bluish tinge. The intense soul power fluctuations even distorted the surrounding air.
Shangyue brandished her two longswords, unleashing a furious barrage of attacks on Wu Xuan. Wu Xuan countered with a flurry of thrusts and parries, his spear-bladed swords repeatedly blocking Shangyue's frenzied assault.
The moment they separated, the twin blades in Wu Xuan's hands visibly trembled, clearly damaged by the relentless parries.
With her attacks proving ineffective, Shangyue grew increasingly impatient, panting heavily. Wu Xuan seized the opportunity, thrusting his blades forward, forcing Shangyue to turn and parry.
Wu Xuan narrowed his eyes, seizing an opening in Shangyue's defenses, and launched a flying kick, sending her flying.
"Four power-enhancing soul skills, a unique idea, but unfortunately, you're one step behind," Wu Xuan remarked, sheathing his sword with a slight compliment.
"Your martial soul is just suppressed by me; winning won't be so easy," Shangyue said through gritted teeth, her face contorted.
"Heh! Who told you this is my martial soul?" With that, Wu Xuan's hands trembled slightly, and his two spear-bladed swords vanished into the wind.
"Condense!"
Wu Xuan shouted, and in the next instant, a hurricane gathered, and a deep blue axe appeared in his hand.
The axe, perfectly formed, exuded an ancient and heavy aura. Its dark green blade was wide and broad, its pale blue edge thin and sharp, revealing a chilling sharpness.
"What? How is this possible?" Shang Yue exclaimed, her mouth agape in shock.
Wu Xuan lunged forward, bringing his axe down in a single blow.
"Bang!" A white shadow flashed past, slamming heavily into the soul-guiding protective shield. The white shadow was none other than Shang Yue, who had been sent flying by Wu Xuan's axe strike.
Cheers erupted again from the audience. Wu Xuan had defeated his opponents twice with effortless ease, eliciting cheers from the crowd.
Wu Xuan said to the referee, "Next match."
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