Chapter 168: Draw (seeking subscriptions and monthly votes!)

Their battle was not affected in the slightest by their surprise; Feng Xiao Tian's body rotated once in midair, his wings cycling downward as he unleashed the third and fourth slashes.

Tang San likewise used his Haotian Hammer to block those two strikes, and at the same time his Wild Wind Hammer Technique began to gather power.

The facts proved Tang San's judgment correct; Feng Xiao Tian's two attacks were indeed each stronger than the last, though the increase in force was small, yet Tang San's arms were already feeling sore and numb.

But at this moment Tang San suddenly laughed; no one expected that he could still laugh in such a situation.

Having blocked four strikes, his lower legs had already sunk into the ground, and Feng Xiao Tian had previously said that his Swift Wind Wolf Slash consisted of thirty-six strikes in total.

Judging from the current situation, Feng Xiao Tian's attack power will not only grow stronger, but his speed will also increase accordingly, since speed is proportional to power.

The greatest feature of Feng Xiao Tian's self-created soul skill is that it continuously enhances his attack power by utilizing speed and gravity.

Feng Xiao Tian's soul power is two ranks above Tang San's, and with this enhancement, how could Tang San possibly withstand his attacks?

At this moment, terrifyingly sharp soul power erupted around Feng Xiao Tian's body, but what of it?

Feng Xiao Tian is indeed a remarkably talented Soul Master; the soul skill he created is extraordinarily powerful, and his thirty-six consecutive slashes launched from the air are enough to defeat opponents stronger than himself.

However, compared to this gradually amplifying skill, the Wild Wind Hammer Technique executed with the Haotian Hammer can be said to be the pinnacle of such amplifying soul skills.

Moreover, standing on the ground, Tang San's exertion is naturally much easier than his opponent's.

This is why Tang San laughed.

Each of Feng Xiao Tian's slashes gains power from speed and his own gravity, whereas each of Tang San's hammer strikes gains power not only from those but also from his own strength.

In terms of strength, even though Feng Xiao Tian is already a Soul King, he may not necessarily surpass Tang San, given that Tang San has absorbed eight soul rings and also possesses a ten-thousand-year-level trunk bone.

In this clash of amplifying soul skills, Tang San has absolute confidence.

At this moment, the clash between the Swift Wind Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes and the Wild Wind Hammer Technique began.

Tang San has always used the Wild Wind Hammer Technique for forging; he has practiced it countless times, and in the earlier collisions Feng Xiao Tian could still match Tang San blow for blow, even gaining a slight edge.

But after the tenth hammer strike, Feng Xiao Tian began to show signs of being overwhelmed, like a piece of iron being forged by the Haotian Hammer, constantly struck and sent flying.

At this point, the wings attached to his spine had been shaken into complete numbness.

At this moment, Feng Xiao Tian wanted to stop, but he realized he could not; the Haotian Hammer seemed to possess a special adhesiveness that pulled at his body, making it impossible for him to cease executing his Swift Wind Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes even if he wished to.

This gave Feng Xiao Tian a new appreciation of Tang San's strength.

At this juncture, Feng Xiao Tian displayed the bearing of a peerless genius; just as he was about to unleash the nineteenth slash, he let out a fierce whistle, and azure light surged wildly across his body.

Since he cannot dodge, let's meet force with force!

Possessing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring enhancement made his physical constitution extremely strong; moreover, with Feng Xiao Tian's absolute mastery of the wind element, he gradually regained confidence from his declining state.

"Ding ding ding!"

The Haotian Hammer and Wind Blade Chisel collided repeatedly; it was clear that the combined momentum of their final attacks was approaching that of a high-level Soul King, yet neither of their movements ceased, as fierce as if they were fighting to the death.

Tang San wielded his Haotian Hammer; his Wild Wind Hammer Technique could now be executed up to forty-one strikes, while Feng Xiao Tian's Swift Wind Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes numbered thirty-six.

Each collision of their attacks added to the offensive momentum; even Tang San would occasionally strike the ground quickly or, using his technique, gather power for another hammer strike after another.

Finally, both of their power buildups reached their ultimate strike; Feng Xiao Tian seemed to transform into a dual-winged swift wind wolf, diving down at Tang San on the ground.

Tang San, meanwhile, seemed to merge with his Haotian Hammer, swinging it into a black whirlwind.

A loud and ferocious wolf howl echoed through the clouds, and Tang San on the ground also emitted a rumbling "woo-woo-woo" sound.

"Boom——!"

Their terrifying attacks suddenly collided; the entire competition stage cracked inch by inch, and the center of the arena was lifted by a horrifying shockwave, sending dust and debris flying.

Everyone present stared in shock at the assault of Feng Xiao Tian and Tang San, for the power of this strike had actually reached Soul Emperor level.

Even an ordinary Soul King caught in this terrifying aftermath could be injured.

The feeling was most acute for this Soul Saint serving as referee, since the stage ought to be able to withstand a Soul Emperor's attack, yet now it had cracked, proving just how terrifying the final burst of their attacks was.

After a long while, the smoke cleared, and everyone stared unblinking at the center of the stage, where two figures stood facing each other.

Tang San supported his body with the Haotian Hammer, barely standing upright, while Feng Xiao Tian clutched his chest, his clothes torn, the area where his swift wind wings extended behind him stained with blood, making him look far more disheveled than Tang San.

Tang San looked at Feng Xiao Tian with uncertainty in his heart; although his inner organs were damaged, he still had the strength for one more battle.

But what about Feng Xiao Tian? He indeed looked more battered than Tang San, yet the soul power fluctuations emanating from him showed that he, too, still possessed the strength for one more fight.

Tang San hesitated, wondering if he should not go all out; after all, his Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring had not yet been used, and his remaining soul power was sufficient to unleash a Ten Thousand Year Soul Skill once.

Moreover, his Ten Thousand Year Stone Armor Bear trunk bone had remained unused, for it was his final hidden trump card.

This is merely a promotion match, far from reaching the point where a life-or-death decision must be made, since they both need to conserve strength for the final grand tournament.

Feng Xiao Tian is the same; his remaining soul power is enough to use his Fifth Soul Skill once, but is it really necessary?

Both have acknowledged each other's strength; although Tang San is young, possessing the Haotian Hammer as his second martial soul, his talent and foundation are not inferior to mine.

Tang San and Feng Xiao Tian gazed at each other for a long while; finally, they both opened their mouths simultaneously, and their voices rang out at the same moment:

"You are strong, but now is not the final moment; how about we each take a step back?"

They spoke at the same time; upon hearing each other's words, they both blinked slightly, then simultaneously smiled, their gazes toward each other gaining a hint of admiration.

"Good!"

Afterward, they both spoke again at the same time.

Supporting their severely injured bodies, the two slowly approached; at this point they had retracted their martial souls, and their two fists collided in midair.

Afterward, they turned to the referee and said:

"Shrek Academy forfeits!"

"God Wind Academy forfeits!"

Upon hearing their words, the referee's eyes also showed appreciation; the purpose of this tournament is friendly exchange, to display one's talent and strength, not to fight to the death.

Otherwise, the tournament rules would not explicitly stipulate that anyone who maims an opponent is directly eliminated.

Seeing these two prodigiously talented youths able to calm down simultaneously, the referee announced with a smile: "God Wind Academy versus Shrek Academy, a draw!"

ps: Typos will be corrected later.

(End of chapter)