Douluo Continent: Starting with the Burning Blade, he was then entangled with Ma Xiaotao.

Chapter 88 Five-Wheel Fire Technique

"The match begins!"

With Huang Jinxu's signature cold declaration, the final battle of the individual finals, which was also the last hurdle in Lin Feng's "one-against-seven" run, officially began.

Ma Rulong gripped a large, crystalline blue sword that radiated a chilling aura. Tiny ice crystals condensed around the sword. The chill was so pure that it approached the level of ultimate ice.

"You're quite remarkable, Lin Feng. Ordinary level six soul tools are like toys in your eyes." Ma Rulong's voice was deep, his eyes sharp as knives. "It's your honor to have forced me to use this Frostbite Sword."

This level-eight melee soul tool, the Frost Sword, was a trump card he had temporarily borrowed from his grandfather, who was an level-eight soul master. With his level-six soul master cultivation, forcibly wielding such a high-level soul tool would come at a great cost.

At this moment, on his back, corresponding to his heart, a dark red core magic circle was emitting an eerie light through his clothing. Thick, blood-flame-like energy burned and surged within it. This was a level seven soul tool called "Chapter of Sacrifice," which was forcibly increasing his physical strength and soul power output at the cost of burning a portion of his life force and future potential, in order to support the terrifying consumption of the Frost Sword.

His desperate efforts had only one purpose: to severely injure Lin Feng, or even kill him, and nip this genius in the bud.

Facing a formidable foe and the biting chill, Lin Feng took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. Six consecutive fierce battles had indeed taken a toll, but he was far from reaching his limit.

"An eighth-level soul tool?" he uttered in a low voice, his hands quickly forming an ancient and complex hand seal in front of him. "Perfect, I'll use you to test my self-created soul skill."

"The Five-Wheel Fire-Separating Method!"

hum!

The space behind him distorted, and five enormous illusory Dharma images, each a different color and exuding a vast and fierce aura, suddenly appeared.

At the center of each Dharma image is engraved a completely different ancient ferocious beast mark.

The next moment, the mark shone brightly.

Screech! Clang! Cry! Roar! Chant!

The five sounds—some clear and melodious, some majestic, and some violent—seemed to come from ancient times.

The five marks materialized into five solid, ferocious beasts made entirely of pure flame!

The Vermilion Bird flaps its wings, its feathers flowing with noble crimson-gold flames; the Phoenix cries out, its tail feathers scattering specks of rebirth-like flames; the Golden Crow spreads its wings, like the blazing sun descending; the Golden-faced creature treads on fire, its body radiating a violent intensity that can burn the entire world; the Red Dragon raises its head, its breath scorching the very space!

The soul power fluctuations emitted by these five fire beasts far exceeded those of a soul beast with 20,000 years of cultivation.

Just now, Huang Jinxu was cursing in his heart, worried that Ma Rulong, that bastard, had borrowed an eighth-level soul tool from somewhere, and was concerned that something might happen to Lin Feng.

Now, upon seeing the five fire beasts, he slowly exhaled.

These five 20,000-year-old fire beasts, due to their noble bloodlines, are each no weaker than a mid-stage Soul Emperor. The current situation is roughly a late-stage Soul Saint versus five mid-stage Soul Emperors; the outcome is uncertain.

Soon, two completely opposite yet terrifying forces collided fiercely in the center of the arena.

Ice mist and steam rose wildly, accompanied by a constant hissing sound.

Ma Rulong roared, and the Frost Sword in his hand burst forth with a chilling blue light. Supported by the burning life force of the Sacrifice Chapter, he unleashed a power beyond his limits.

Where the sword light passed, the phoenix and the golden crow scattered, and the golden dragon and the red dragon disintegrated—he, with the body of a Soul Emperor, forcefully annihilated four fire beasts comparable to the mid-stage Soul Emperor.

But the price was heavy. At this moment, his soul power was almost exhausted, his body was covered with wounds, and his arm holding the sword trembled violently. In the end, he had to kneel on one knee, use the sword to support his body, and gasp for breath. Every breath was accompanied by burning pain and icy cold.

"You lost." Lin Feng's voice came through the thick fog. His face was also a little pale; he had also exhausted himself by continuously controlling five rounds of the Fire Separation Technique.

"No—I didn't lose!" Ma Rulong suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, filled with resentment and madness. The "Chapter of Sacrifice" magic circle behind him erupted with an even more eerie blood light, and a greater amount of life force and potential was forcibly extracted and burned.

He couldn't understand why, after risking his life and future to gain the strength of a late-stage Soul Saint, he was still so pathetic against this mere Soul King.

He mustered his last bit of strength, and with a resolute chill, his Frosty Sword slashed towards the last and strongest divine bird, the Vermilion Bird!

Boo!

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird shattered under the extreme cold sword light, crying out in despair and turning into a sky full of flowing fire.

But he refused to fall. Looking at Lin Feng's figure, which was faintly visible in the mist ahead, a fierce glint flashed in Ma Rulong's eyes. He actually wanted to forcefully activate his soul power and make that last gamble.

Just then, a brilliant golden-red light shone in Lin Feng's eyes.

"roar--!"

A deep and majestic dragon roar resounded from within him; it was not an illusion, but the true might of a dragon.

The crimson flames were no longer illusory, but surged from beneath his skin like molten lava, instantly covering his entire body and solidifying into a solid armor that was ancient, ferocious, and flowed with flame patterns.

Fiery Dragon Armor!

On the shoulder armor, the dragon head formed by solidified flames is lifelike, exuding a chilling ancient aura.

Just then, Ma Rulong's Frosty Sword, wielded with his last ounce of strength, struck the shoulder of the Flame Dragon Armor.

"Clang!"

Instead of the expected entry, there was only a deafening clang, like striking divine iron. The extreme cold of the Frost Sword, enough to freeze even a Soul Saint, failed to penetrate the armor in the slightest. Instead, it was instead swept upwards by the crimson true fire flowing on the armor.

"Ah!" Ma Rulong screamed, feeling a terrible burning pain in his hand holding the sword. He instinctively let go of the sword.

The Frost Sword fell onto the arena.

Then, a scene that silenced the entire arena unfolded. The level-eight soul tool, the "Frost Sword," composed of countless rare cold irons and a core magic array, began to soften, deform, and melt upon contact with the crimson true fire!

"No—impossible—" Ma Rulong collapsed to the ground, his face pale, his pupils reflecting the pool of gradually cooling molten metal, leaving only boundless shock and fear.

"I—I lost." He finally lowered his head, his voice hoarse and dry, filled with utter helplessness. His sword was destroyed, he was wounded, all his trump cards had been played, and he had no strength left to fight.

He used to be the one who could defeat seven opponents at once, but now he was defeated by someone else. It was incredibly humiliating.

Below the stage, in the Sun and Moon Team's waiting area, an elderly man with white hair suddenly stood up. It was Ma Rulong's grandfather, the level eight Soul Guidance Master. His face first flashed with extreme heartache; the Frostbite Sword was his life's work. But then, that heartache was replaced by an even stronger fear—that flame could instantly melt a level eight Soul Guidance Tool?!

He stared intently at the crimson armor Lin Feng wore on the stage, a chill running down his spine. If that flame had touched Ma Rulong—

"The winner of the seventh individual elimination match is Lin Feng from Shrek Academy." The voice of Huang Jinxu, the Heavenly Fiend Douluo, rang out at the right time, bringing this thrilling seven-game winning streak to a close.

The Fiery Dragon Armor on Lin Feng's body slowly dissipated, and he exhaled a long breath of stale air, still carrying sparks. He had achieved a seven-kill victory.

Huang Jinxu, the Heavenly Fiend Douluo, took a deep breath to calm the turmoil in his heart caused by the battle just now. Then, he channeled his soul power, and his loud and solemn voice resounded throughout the arena: "The individual elimination rounds are over. The winner is Shrek Academy!"

He paused briefly, surveyed the electrifying arena, and announced in an even more resounding voice: "With this, the entire course of this year's Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament has come to an end!"

"The final champion is..."

Shrek Academy!

After a brief silence, a huge wave of cheers erupted, as if the entire Xingluo Square had been set ablaze.

Even atop the imperial city walls, the Star Luo Emperor and his ministers couldn't help but smile, offering heartfelt applause and cheers for the end of the competition.