Chapter 105: Feng Xiaotian’s Declaration

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Feng Xiaotian fixed his sharp gaze on Tang San, his eyes radiating intensity. Wisps of razor-sharp wind blades continuously emanated from his body. 

Feeling the weight of Feng Xiaotian's presence and piercing gaze, Tang San's heart tightened. He understood that this battle would not be easy, even if they were of the same level. 

The referee signaled both contestants to summon their martial souls. 

Raising his right hand, Tang San released a familiar blue light from his palm. As always, he remained calm and composed, showing no outward signs of exertion. The Blue Silver Grass unfurled, revealing four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—circling around it. 

Feng Xiaotian let out a long wolf howl toward the sky. A faint green glow burst from his body, surging around him as he summoned his martial soul—the Strom Double-Headed Wolf. His physique expanded rapidly, and a wolf head emerged from his left shoulder. Beneath him, five soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black—appeared, radiating immense power. The difference in both soul rings and raw strength was so overwhelming that Tang San felt momentarily suffocated. 

"Tang San, I told you before—I will fight you at the same level, and I won't go back on my word." 

Feng Xiaotian began suppressing his soul power, causing his fifth ten-thousand-year soul ring to dim due to the loss of energy. Within moments, the soul pressure emanating from him had been reduced to match Tang San's level. 

He then asked, "Tang San, do you know why I challenged you?" 

Tang San shook his head, puzzled. Their first encounter had been when Feng Xiaotian issued his challenge, and to his knowledge, he had never wronged him before. 

"It's because you're a disciple of the Clear Sky Clan." 

Feng Xiaotian explained, "I'm twenty-four years old. I awakened my martial soul at six, born with innate full soul power. Every bit of my strength has been earned through relentless training, built up step by step. Back when I first awakened my martial soul, I thought that having innate full soul power made me nearly unmatched among my peers. But later, I encountered two people whose talent completely overshadowed mine. One of them even defeated the strongest young genius of the Clear Sky Clan at the time—despite being at a lower level and having fewer soul rings." 

"The Spirit Hall… the current Pope of the Spirit Hall." 

Tang San's voice turned chillingly cold. The calmness on his face disappeared, replaced by an unmistakable killing intent in his eyes. 

"You know?" Feng Xiaotian was slightly surprised by Tang San's reaction but continued, "That day, I met someone I will admire for the rest of my life. To earn the recognition of the Spirit Hall, to be acknowledged by them, I must defeat you here—fair and square!" 

Hearing these words, Salas, seated in the VIP section, stroked his beard and sighed. "I never expected that boy Feng Xiaotian to have such lofty ambitions… But to gain the Pope's favor, or even the approval of the Holy Maiden? That's as difficult as reaching the heavens." 

Emperor Xue Ye's expression darkened. He could not allow a genius from the Heaven Dou Empire to pledge allegiance to the Spirit Hall. Once the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament was over, he would have to act quickly—perhaps by bestowing a royal marriage, tying Feng Xiaotian to the imperial family as a son-in-law. 

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered with killing intent. A talent of Feng Xiaotian's caliber, if truly recruited by the Spirit Hall, meant there was a ninety-nine percent chance that within thirty years, he would become a Titled Douluo of elder status—or worse, a worshipped powerhouse. This would pose an enormous threat to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. 

"Enough talk. Let's fight." 

Tang San's expression was terrifyingly cold, his eyes brimming with murderous intent. To him, anyone from the Spirit Hall, as well as those who supported them, was marked for death. 

Feng Xiaotian frowned slightly before responding, "Come then." 

"Begin!" 

At the referee's command, both contestants moved simultaneously. 

"Wind Blade Formation!" 

Feng Xiaotian burst forward at high speed, dashing straight for Tang San with green light surging around him. He showed no intention of holding back. In just the blink of an eye, he closed the distance, his sharp wolf claws extending from his hands. His gaze locked onto Tang San with ruthless precision. Before his body even arrived, his claws had already slashed out—ten semi-circular wind blades screamed through the air with a piercing sound, sealing off all of Tang San's possible escape routes. 

"So fast!" 

Tang San was slightly startled. Reacting swiftly, he used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to evade with an unpredictable movement pattern. At the same time, he activated Mysterious Jade Hand, clashing directly with Feng Xiaotian's wolf claws. Sparks flew as their attacks collided in mid-air.

"Is that strange footwork and your iron-like hands a soul bone ability? Or is it a secret technique of the Clear Sky Clan?" 

Feng Xiaotian asked in confusion. He stared at Tang San's delicate yet steel-like hands, and with each clash, he felt a stinging pain radiating from his wolf claws. 

"No comment." 

Tang San's voice remained ice-cold. Stepping forward once more, his Mysterious Jade Hand shot toward Feng Xiaotian's pulse point. If Feng Xiaotian reacted even a fraction of a second too late, his hand would be caught, and the outcome of this match would be sealed instantly. 

Perhaps due to a beast's natural instinct for sensing danger, Feng Xiaotian instinctively unleashed a storm of wind blades. A series of sharp, metallic clashing sounds rang out as the blades struck Tang San's Mysterious Jade Hand. 

Both fighters instantly separated, each retreating backward. But at that very moment, a strand of Blue Silver Grass silently crept beneath Feng Xiaotian's feet. 

The instant Tang San's foot touched the ground, his body sprang forward again. He had no intention of giving Feng Xiaotian a chance to recover. Relying on his indestructible Mysterious Jade Hand and the unpredictable movement of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he closed in once more—this time, directly charging toward Feng Xiaotian's chest. 

Feng Xiaotian's second soul ring lit up beneath him, instantly boosting his speed by 50%. He retreated at high velocity, shocked beyond belief at Tang San's sheer close-combat prowess. It was as if Tang San had survived countless battles, his combat experience far exceeding that of someone merely relying on Martial Soul Possession. If he couldn't match Tang San in melee combat, he would have to take the fight to the skies. 

His third soul ring gleamed as a pair of massive, cyan wings unfurled from his back. At the same time, a spectral figure of the Strom Double-Headed Wolf materialized behind him, towering with radiant brilliance. With a single flap of his wings, he harnessed the air currents and shot upward, ascending rapidly to a height of fifty meters—far beyond the reach of Tang San's Blue Silver Grass. 

Tang San, however, showed no sign of panic. He calmly fixed his gaze on Feng Xiaotian while subtly shifting his position toward the center of the arena. 

From above, Feng Xiaotian locked eyes with him. "Tang San, you are truly formidable. As expected of a Clear Sky Clan disciple. Defeating you is the only way I'll feel a sense of achievement—and gain recognition from the Spirit Hall." 

Tang San's expression darkened further. "Are you done with your nonsense? Are we fighting or not?" 

Each time Feng Xiaotian uttered the words Spirit Hall, Tang San's killing intent surged. If not for the rules of the competition, he would have already unleashed his hidden weapons to end Feng Xiaotian's life. 

Seeing Tang San's hostility, Feng Xiaotian's patience wore thin, and his voice also turned cold. "Tang San, I will defeat you with my self-created soul skill. Funny enough, I got the inspiration for it from your Clear Sky Clan's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique when I was six years old." 

"My self-created soul skill is called—Gale Demon Wolf: Forty-Five Consecutive Slashes!" 

(End of Chapter)