"Annoying…"
Yun Yibai's eyes narrowed.
The thing he hated most was opponents who could fly.
Sure, activating his soul skills gave him a major boost across the board—but compared to someone airborne, his reach was still limited. That meant many of his attacks might not even connect. And worse—he didn't yet have any control-type skills.
"First Soul Skill: Wind Blade Formation!"
High in the air, Feng Xiaotian raised his hand.
Multiple blades of wind shot out, whistling through the air toward Yun Yibai.
But Yun Yibai didn't need to recite a single word—his soul skills were already active.
With a flicker of thunder, his body twisted mid-step and slipped past every single wind blade with ease.
"Just as I thought—he's no ordinary opponent…"
Feng Xiaotian's gaze sharpened. The ease with which Yun Yibai dodged his first barrage filled him with caution.
"Damn, are all you Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon guys this strong? Those wind blades are brutal, and he dodged them all!"
Huo Wushuang, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help recalling how many of those very wind blades had hit him squarely during their previous duel.
"That's because you're weak,"
Huo Wu shot him a glare.
She had no trouble dodging the wind blades herself, so she wasn't impressed. But she did eye Yun Yibai with growing seriousness.
As a control-type soul master, she was naturally agile. But Yun Yibai used a pure power-type martial soul, and his speed was still on par—which begged the question: what about his other attributes?
Feng Xiaotian continued probing with multiple waves of wind blades—but every single one missed.
"Damn… this guy's been hiding deep."
"Do I have to get in close again?"
Feng Xiaotian hesitated. He was still wary of Yun Yibai's lightning.
Just then—
Whoosh!
A bolt of lightning flashed toward him.
With a flap of his Wind Wings, Feng Xiaotian barely dodged in time.
"That strike came out of nowhere! Was it just that fast?!"
His heart skipped a beat. If not for his lightning-fast reflexes, he would've been hit.
"Fall."
Yun Yibai's voice was low, almost casual.
Suddenly, the space around them twisted.
Countless bolts of lightning came crashing down in a tight radius—like a thunderstorm summoned just for Feng Xiaotian.
Feng's expression changed.
"He has a powerful control-type move too?!"
In a rush, he beat his Wind Wings furiously, trying to escape the net of lightning.
What Feng didn't know was—this wasn't even a soul skill.
It was the result of residual thunder energy Yun Yibai had been releasing over time, now naturally discharging in a wave.
Yet, the lightning cage seemed almost unbreakable.
The harder Feng struggled, the tighter the arcs of lightning wrapped around him.
"Damn it!"
"Second Soul Skill—Twin Wolf Possession!"
A soul ring flared.
A faint green glow enveloped Feng Xiaotian's body, making his figure bulkier and his presence more intense.
His attacks now gained a chance to deal extra damage and inflict serious injury, increasing his burst and making his follow-up strikes even more dangerous.
"Gale Demon Wolf—"
Combo Slash!
"Breakthrough!!"
Feng Xiaotian roared as his body became a raging wind blade, crashing straight into the thunder cage.
BOOM!
With a thunderous explosion, he shattered the cage.
He then flashed into a new position, ready to strike.
"Feng Xiaotian's getting serious now!"
"What do you mean?" Yu Tianheng asked.
"Gale Demon Wolf Combo Slash!"
Huo Wu stepped in, her tone reluctant yet respectful.
Despite her distaste for him, she had to admit Feng Xiaotian was gifted.
"That's a soul skill he invented himself.
By refining his wind martial soul through constant training and battle, he fused it with his physical techniques to create that powerful custom move."
"A self-created soul skill?"
Yu Tianheng's brows rose slightly.
Not shocked—but intrigued.
After all, he already knew Yun Yibai had done the same.
"I got wrecked by that move once,"
Huo Wushuang added with a helpless shrug.
Gale Demon Wolf Combo Slash—its power increased with each successful strike, but so did the energy cost.
The more hits he landed, the deadlier it became—but the faster it drained him too.
Back in the arena, the fight had entered its climactic phase.
Feng Xiaotian launched his combo, sending wave after wave of sharp wind strikes.
Yun Yibai, cloaked in golden lightning, matched him blow for blow with sheer agility and speed.
"Let's see if the rumors about you from the clan are true,"
Yu Tianxin muttered, his eyes locked on Yun Yibai.
BOOM!
A sudden strike caught Yun Yibai in the side.
His body shuddered slightly from the impact.
"So fast!"
"That strike was powerful!"
Yun Yibai's thoughts raced.
He knew Gale Demon Wolf Combo Slash was strong and fast—but experiencing it firsthand was the only way to truly understand it.
No doubt about it—Feng Xiaotian had invested real effort into this move.
"Let's test this, then. Are you faster... or am I stronger?"
Yun Yibai crouched low.
"What?"
Feng Xiaotian blinked, confused.
But before he could think further—Yun Yibai's three soul rings lit up, and a surge of intense lightning energy erupted from his body.
Shing!
In the blink of an eye, Yun Yibai vanished from sight.
"What?!"
Two identical exclamations—but this time, one of shock, the other of awe.
BOOM!
A golden lightning-charged fist clashed with a blade of wind.
"He blocked it! Thunder Dragon transformed in an instant—he blocked the Gale Demon Wolf's strike!"
Yun Yibai had stopped the attack head-on.
But Feng Xiaotian wasn't done.
He continued stacking combo strikes—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"Thunder Dragon lives up to his Gold Badge status.
After activating his soul skills, his speed is almost on par with the flying Wind Demon Wolf."
Back and forth they went, blow for blow.
But Yun Yibai's frown deepened.
This was exactly why he hated flying enemies—
He could defend and counterattack, but he couldn't charge up and land a decisive strike.
All he could do was wait for Feng Xiaotian to come at him.
His best strategy now?
Drain Feng Xiaotian's soul power—and then finish it in one blow when he's exhausted.
"Both sides seem to be locked in a deadlock!
Neither can gain the upper hand.
Could this Soul Battle be decided by who runs out of energy first?"
The host's commentary only raised the audience's excitement.
"Who is this guy?
He's already taken eighteen consecutive strikes from Feng Xiaotian!"
Huo Wushuang's voice was filled with disbelief.
And for good reason—
When he'd fought Feng Xiaotian last time, he'd collapsed by the sixteenth blow.