Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black.
Under Feng Xiaotian's feet, five soul rings glowed, and with his declaration of a duel, he quickly stirred loud cheers from many young and beautiful female soul masters in the stands.
In the world of soul masters, admiration for the strong is instinctual.
Being both handsome and powerful is a guaranteed killer combo.
As expected, Feng Xiaotian possessed both qualities.
There were even girls in the stands who boldly confessed their love, and Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but glance bashfully at Huo Wu.
"What are you looking at? The duel was your idea! If you don't want to lose face, go beat him!"
Huo Wu shouted at him in irritation, and Feng Xiaotian turned away in embarrassment.
However, when he looked at Yu Xiaowei standing calmly before him, he felt a strange unease in his heart, so he hesitantly asked:
"You haven't reached Soul King level yet?"
"No."
Yu Xiaowei automatically filtered out the word "turtle" (coward), then, as usual, clenched his fist and stepped out of the line.
Hearing that he hadn't reached Soul King yet, Feng Xiaotian felt completely relieved and walked forward with a smug grin on his face.
The team members behind them quietly stepped back to the edge of the ring, ready to watch the duel unfold.
In soul master competitions, nothing is more exciting than a one-on-one duel.
It's the fairest way to pit the strongest of both sides against each other, eliminating the influence of control-type and healing-type soul masters.
However, Yu Xiaowei wasn't particularly interested in dueling Feng Xiaotian, but he still released his martial soul out of respect.
When they saw the soul ring ratio under Yu Xiaowei's feet—
The once-boisterous arena fell instantly silent.
Whether it was the players on the field or the audience in the stands, everyone stared in shock at his four soul rings: yellow, yellow, purple, and black.
Yue Guan, who was watching the match, unconsciously crushed the cup in his hand.
It wasn't just about the soul rings. He could clearly sense that Yu Xiaowei's soul power had reached level 49 and was about to break through to Soul King.
This little monster... why is he getting even more abnormal?
He took several deep breaths to calm himself.
Oh, I almost forgot.
He's already a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—so it's fine!!!
Feng Xiaotian stared at Yu Xiaowei's soul rings, felt his soul power, and suddenly had the urge to turn and run.
Damn, what kind of monster is this?!
At that moment, the referee on the sidelines snapped out of it and shouted loudly:
"Begin!"
Talking trash wasn't Yu Xiaowei's style.
At the word "begin," his second soul ring suddenly lit up, and he rushed forward in a single step.
"Why is he so fast?!"
Seeing Yu Xiaowei turn into a shadow and charge at him, Feng Xiaotian quickly spread his wings and took flight.
Bang——!
A terrifying tail whip struck the ring, shaking it violently—even stronger than what a Soul Emperor could destroy.
Up in the sky, Feng Xiaotian gasped in shock.
With speed rivaling agility-type attackers and power on par with power-type attackers, this monster was still as terrifying as ever.
Yu Xiaowei looked up, hooked his finger toward the airborne Feng Xiaotian, and said with a grin:
"Come on, your 18 consecutive Wind Demon Wolf strikes—I'm waiting."
"It's not 18 anymore—it's 36 now. Watch yourself."
Feng Xiaotian looked down with a serious expression.
The 36 consecutive strikes of the Wind Demon Wolf were a recent upgrade he had developed before the competition, and their power was several times stronger than the original 18.
With the boost from his Soul King-level power, the final strike had the strength of a Soul Emperor—a true ultimate move.
But there was a problem. Since he wasn't fully proficient in the 36-strike combo, once he started, he couldn't stop.
Still, without the 36 consecutive Wind Wolf strikes, there was no hope of winning.
On the ring, Yu Xiaowei stretched his muscles and raised his chin toward Feng Xiaotian.
"I'm ready. Come on—let me see how much weight you're carrying."
In midair, Feng Xiaotian focused seriously. The light and shadow of a two-headed wolf behind him merged into his body, and he adjusted himself into peak condition.
With a long whistle, Feng Xiaotian dived toward Yu Xiaowei like a meteor chasing the moon.
Unlike the earlier 18-strike combo, this time, his approach made no sound.
No tearing of air.
His sharp wings glinted with green light under the sunlight.
As the attack approached, a strange smile appeared on Yu Xiaowei's face.
Just before the attack landed, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Xiaotian's wing like a pair of iron pincers.
"Down you go!"
In Feng Xiaotian's terrified eyes, Yu Xiaowei slammed him into the ground.
The searing pain across his body and the golden stars flashing before his eyes almost made him faint on the spot.
Before he could recover, Yu Xiaowei grabbed his arm again and spun him around.
After several whooshing spins in the air, he was thrown straight toward Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Faced with Feng Xiaotian hurtling like a cannonball, Yu Tianxin had to fully transform into his dragon form to catch him.
Just like that, the one-on-one challenge between the two team leaders ended quickly with Yu Xiaowei's overwhelming victory.
In under two minutes, the Soul King Feng Xiaotian was taken out instantly.
After a brief silence, thunderous cheers erupted from the stands.
A Spirit Ancestor defeating a Soul King—someone that strong deserved the applause!
After that battle, Feng Xiaotian completely lost his ability to fight, and the team match clearly wouldn't go in their favor.
So after discussion, Heaven Dou Royal Academy decided to have Yu Tianxin challenge Yu Xiaowei.
If he lost, they would surrender.
After the discussion, Yu Tianxin walked out of the formation with a bitter face, standing alone before Yu Xiaowei.
Seeing his glum expression, Yu Xiaowei teased with a smile:
"Nephew, you're not going to follow Feng Xiaotian and challenge me too, are you?"
"Ah——"
Yu Tianxin sighed heavily.
Then he summoned his martial soul and did his best to gather his momentum, facing Yu Xiaowei directly.
The cheers from the crowd grew louder.
No one expected that after their Soul King was defeated, Heaven Dou Royal Academy would dare to send another solo challenger.
From the first two rounds, the audience already knew that Yu Tianxin's full-power dragon form wasn't much weaker than a Soul King, so this duel was essentially still a Soul King-level fight!
Amid the cheers, Yu Tianxin's third and fourth soul rings lit up simultaneously as he roared:
"Thunder Fury!"
"Blue Lightning Dragon Speed!"
A six-meter-long blue lightning dragon appeared from thin air and charged at Yu Xiaowei.
Seeing the mighty Blue Lightning Dragon Speed, Yu Xiaowei narrowed his eyes.
This was the fourth soul skill of the orthodox Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline, and like Thunder Fury, it was a legacy soul skill.
In other words, no matter what soul rings one obtained, the third and fourth skills of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline remained fixed.
These soul skills had a unique feature: after the transformation into a dragon, the more parts of the body that transformed, the more the power increased exponentially.
At this moment, Yu Tianxin's Blue Lightning Dragon Speed had increased his power sixfold.
Yu Xiaowei's first and second soul rings lit up simultaneously.
Then he placed his hands on his waist, puffed out his chest, and met Yu Tianxin's strongest attack head-on.
With a deafening blast, a cloud of smoke and dust exploded on the stage.
As the spectators watched anxiously, the dust slowly cleared, revealing Yu Xiaowei's unscathed body.
Seeing this, Yu Tianxin surrendered without hesitation.
In the audience, sounds of swallowing could be heard throughout.
Everyone had only one thought:
"Is this guy even human?"