Watching the blue and cyan streaks of light constantly clashing on the field, many people subconsciously swallowed.
Was this really a battle between two students?
Even many renowned veteran Spirit Masters could hardly achieve this level.
"Creak~"
In the Shrek area, 's eyes glowed purple as he stared at and fighting on the stage, his fists clenched tightly.
Tang San roared inwardly, "Spirit Emperors? How are they both Spirit Emperors?! Wasn't Teacher Qin Ming said to be the second youngest Spirit Emperor in history?"
Even though he possessed twin martial souls and had already begun cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer, at this moment, he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Because the gap between them was simply too great!
A Spirit Ancestor and a Spirit Emperor were separated by two entire realms. Even if he used hidden weapons, he might not win—let alone the fact that weapons were forbidden on the arena.
Under such circumstances, how could he lead Shrek to win the championship and fulfill his promise with his companions?
At this moment, noticed something off about Tang San's expression and held his hand.
Tang San looked at her, and Xiao Wu smiled, saying, "Third Brother, don't put too much pressure on yourself. When the boat reaches the bridge, it will go straight—there will always be a way."
"Xiao Wu…"
Hearing this, Tang San relaxed slightly, his pupils trembling.
"And…"
Suddenly, Xiao Wu changed her tone and looked up at the arena. "Given the current situation, even if you lose, no one can blame you."
The gap between a Spirit Emperor and a Spirit Ancestor was like a chasm. Crossing two major realms was incredibly difficult. Having lived for so many years, Xiao Wu had never seen anyone defeat a Spirit Emperor by crossing two entire realms on their own.
"Boom!"
After another clash, feathers from Feng Xiaotian's wings scattered as he was forced back dozens of steps. Only when he reached the edge of the arena did he barely stabilize himself.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed loudly. "Refreshing, truly refreshing! Since our last encounter, this is the first time I've been beaten this badly by someone my age."
Long ago, Feng Xiaotian had already surpassed his peers, reaching the level of academy teachers. After all, aside from him, the youngest Soul King in Godwind Academy was already over thirty.
"You're not bad either. Among people my age I've met, you're the second one to push me this far."
Shui Wuhen waved the ice-blue long blade in his hand, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Feng Xiaotian.
"The second?"
Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian was slightly stunned. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "So there's someone even stronger? What's their name?"
At this moment, Feng Xiaotian was extremely curious about who could receive such high praise from Shui Wuhen.
However, contrary to his expectations, Shui Wuhen simply shook his head. "I don't know. I don't know her name. But if she's still alive, her level is probably much higher than ours."
"What?!"
Feng Xiaotian's pupils shrank suddenly. Among the younger generation, there was actually someone even stronger than them? And not just a little stronger.
"Phew…"
After a long while, Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and sighed, "Truly, there's always someone better. Looks like I've gained another goal to surpass."
Instead of being discouraged by Shui Wuhen's words, Feng Xiaotian's fighting spirit burned even brighter.
In his eyes, there was nothing more fortunate than having rivals who could truly contend with him—unless it was having two such rivals.
If not for that battle with Shui Wuhen six years ago that opened his eyes to the vastness of the world, whether he could even have broken through to Soul King now would still be uncertain.
And now, there was another opponent like Shui Wuhen?
Feng Xiaotian felt incredibly fortunate, as if favored by the heavens, to have two such rivals in the same era.
"Perhaps… there's more than just one?"
At this moment, hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, Shui Wuhen calmly continued, "This world is vast. The Elite Tournament is just a very small stage. Who knows if there are even stronger geniuses hidden in the shadows? If you think only the three of us exist at the top, sooner or later you'll suffer for it."
Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian was shaken to his core.
That's right—he had been too arrogant.
To think that only two people in the world could rival him!
Thinking carefully, even just on this stage, there were already two who could match him.
Shui Wuhen's younger sister, , might not be as strong as her brother, but reaching level 46 at just sixteen made her a genius. With Shui Wuhen's guidance, by the time she reached his age, she might not be inferior to him.
And Tang San, with twin martial souls, innate full soul power, and an external spirit bone, also had limitless potential.
For a moment, Feng Xiaotian felt a lingering fear. If not for Shui Wuhen's reminder, he might truly have suffered from this mindset in the future.
"Phew…"
Feng Xiaotian took another deep breath and bowed toward Shui Wuhen. "Thank you for the reminder. I'll keep it in mind."
Seeing this, Shui Wuhen nodded slightly—he was teachable.
Meanwhile, in the audience stands, those who heard their conversation were all stunned, looking at the two on stage with strange expressions.
Some even had the classic "confused old man on the subway" look.
Wait—what are you guys even talking about?
What do you mean the Elite Tournament is just a small stage? And what do you mean there are many stronger geniuses hidden across the continent?
What kind of humblebrag is this?!
The Elite Tournament was already the largest competition for the younger generation on the continent. It could be said that in the entire history of Douluo Continent, there had never been a larger event—it practically gathered all the young geniuses.
And those who shined in this tournament almost all grew into pillars of the Spirit Master world. Among today's renowned experts, over ninety percent had participated in this tournament, with only a few exceptions.
If even this was considered a "small stage," then no large stage existed at all.
And as for hidden geniuses stronger than them—did they even know what they were saying?
Normally, breaking through to Spirit Ancestor before the age of twenty was already considered the mark of an unparalleled genius.
In Spirit Hall, , , and reached Soul King around the age of twenty and were hailed as the Golden Generation. This showed the general cultivation speed of Spirit Masters in this era.
But what about Shui Wuhen and Feng Xiaotian?
Not only were they both Spirit Emperors, they were also ridiculously young. Where could so many young Spirit Emperors possibly come from on the continent?
However, neither Shui Wuhen nor Feng Xiaotian knew of the crowd's inner complaints.
Feng Xiaotian's expression turned serious. His wings merged with his arms, becoming almost tangible.
"Shui Wuhen, after losing to you that day, I realized my Gale Demon Wolf Sixfold Slash had taken the wrong path. Now, I've created a new Gale Demon Wolf Sixfold Slash—please have a look!"
As his words fell, Feng Xiaotian's body turned into a streak of green light, arriving in front of Shui Wuhen. Spinning rapidly, six green streaks of light instantly appeared before Shui Wuhen.