Douluo Continent: This Soul Master is Too Bizarre and Unpredictable

Chapter 31 War Wolf Feng Xiaotian

"They've started fighting?"

Mu Yang was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Is it a real fight, or just a battle of spirits?"

These two have different meanings. Soul fighting is just a friendly exchange, while fighting directly would be considered uncivilized.

"What are you thinking! They are outstanding students from their respective elemental academies. Fighting is so shameful. It's just a battle of spirits."

Huo Wu rolled her eyes at Mu Yang, annoyed.

If students from other elemental academies were to fight and brawl within the Blazing Fire Academy, that would be incredibly shameful.

Even if the conflict is huge, it will be conducted in the training ground or on the fighting arena under the guise of a soul-fighting spar. In this way, no matter how serious the fight is, it can be explained by the fact that they couldn't control themselves during the soul-fighting spar, so as to save face.

"Let's go, let's go see what's going on!"

Before Mu Yang could ask any more questions, Huo Wu hurriedly pulled him toward the central training ground.

Not long after, at the central training ground of Blazing Fire Academy.

"Gale Wolf's Eighteen Consecutive Slashes!"

As soon as Mu Yang entered the training ground, he heard a loud shout.

Looking around, in the center of this circular training field, which is hundreds of meters in diameter, a silver-haired youth dressed in blue with a pair of blue wings on his back was flying in mid-air. His arms and the wings on his back merged into sharp blue wing blades, which then landed on the head of a burly youth with a defensive soul skill. The youth spun up and down at high speed like a top with blades stuck in it.

"Clang clang clang—"

In an instant, a series of collision sounds rang out. Under the silver-haired youth's attack, the soul power shield formed by the defensive soul skill on the burly youth's body trembled violently.

"boom--"

Just after the number of strikes exceeded ten, the soul power shield that had formed on the burly youth shattered with a crash.

Taking advantage of the moment when the burly youth's defensive soul skill was forcibly destroyed, the silver-haired youth adjusted his body in mid-air and kicked the burly youth hard.

With a loud "thud," the burly youth took the silver-haired youth's kick squarely to the face. A splash of red blood spurted out, and with blood streaming from his nose, the burly youth was sent flying backward, tumbling across the training ground floor tiles.

"Elephant Armor Academy? Who else is there?!"

Having easily defeated another opponent at the same level of soul power, the silver-haired youth landed on the ground with his hands behind his back. His wolf-like eyes swept over everyone present, and he said something slightly arrogant.

"The Gale Wolf's Eighteen Consecutive Slashes? Is this some kind of sycophantic tribute to War Wolf Feng Xiaotian?"

Looking at the 'overbearing' silver-haired youth in blue robes wearing a mask in the center of the training field, Mu Yang couldn't help but think to himself.

The reason he's called a "wolf warrior" instead of a "simp" is mainly because Mu Yang knows that in the original story, Feng Xiaotian eventually won over his older cousin, Huo Wu.

A simp, a simp, simps until he has nothing left. If he fails to win over his goddess, then he is naturally a simp.

But if he can win the heart of a beauty, then he's no longer a simp, but a wolf warrior who has undergone a magnificent transformation from a simp.

Of course, this is something that will happen in the future. Right now, Feng Xiaotian doesn't even know his cousin Huo Wu!

The next second, looking at the three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—that were blooming on Feng Xiaotian's body, Mu Yang secretly complained again.

It's worth noting that Feng Xiaotian was twenty-four years old when he participated in the Soul Master Competition in the original story.

There are still nearly six years until the original Soul Master Tournament, which means that Feng Xiaotian is now an eighteen-year-old youth.

At eighteen years old, Feng Xiaotian possessed innate full soul power, yet his soul power level was not yet at the fourth ring, and he was very likely still far from level 40. This left Mu Yang somewhat puzzled as to how Feng Xiaotian cultivated.

Even if you're going to mess around with that Gale Wolf XX Combo Slash, you shouldn't neglect your soul power cultivation, right?

As one of the few innate full soul power masters in the continent's soul master world, in Mu Yang's view, even if he just cultivates step by step, if he fails to advance to the fourth-ring soul master before the age of sixteen, he will definitely be a piece of trash.

Take Dai Mubai, for example, that dissolute young master, wasn't he already at level 37 Soul Master when he was only fifteen?

Dai Mubai, however, does not possess the innate talent for cultivating full soul power, and he may not even reach the ninth level of the innate realm.

Otherwise, with his title, the competition for the Star Luo throne would have ended automatically when Dai Mubai awakened his innate soul power of level nine or above.

If Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu, and others received normal supporting roles, then in Mu Yang's view, Feng Xiaotian, who was born with full soul power, received a mentally challenged extra role.

At the prime age for cultivation, instead of cultivating soul power, he's trying to create his own soul skills. This is baffling; no one knows what he's thinking.

Moreover, the key point is that Feng Xiaotian paid such a huge price to create this self-made soul skill. Although it is not bad, it is not that strong. It seems to be even inferior to the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique used for blacksmithing.

"Sis, this guy is so arrogant, isn't anyone going to do anything about him?"

Pointing to Feng Xiaotian in the center of the training field, who seemed to look down on everyone and not care about anyone else, Mu Yang asked Huo Wu.

This young man is so arrogant, he must have never been beaten up before!

With a slight pursed lip, Huo Wu said, "Before I came to find you, there was a senior in our academy whose soul power level reached 39 who thought the same thing, but he was defeated in less than a minute on the field."

It must be said that although Feng Xiaotian's soul power level is not very high, his strength is not bad. His third soul skill gives him the advantage of flight, coupled with his self-created soul skill with decent power, making him an absolute leader among his peers. Few three-ring soul masters can defeat him.

Similarly, precisely because Feng Xiaotian's soul power level is not high, and he has not yet reached the fourth ring, it is not convenient for older students in various academies who have already advanced to the fourth ring Soul Master level to step up and fight.

After all, it's just a friendly sparring match. If you try to overpower someone by using your cultivation level, you'll lose face even if you win.

Moreover, if one were to kneel, it wouldn't just be one person who loses face, but the entire academy.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Mu Yang's eye, he saw two blue-haired figures walking over; it was Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er.

"Bing'er, Yue'er, good morning."

Mu Yang greeted the two sisters.

"Little Muyang, why do you look even worse than yesterday?"

Just as she was about to greet him, she noticed that Mu Yang's complexion seemed even worse than yesterday, and Shui Bing'er couldn't help but ask with concern.

"No, I've always been like this."

Mu Yang shook his head.

In fact, it was true, because when we met yesterday, it was already noon, several hours had passed since he finished his morning deduction practice, and his soul power had recovered to some extent.

Now, at most an hour or two has passed, and his condition naturally looks a bit worse, but it's not too obvious.

If there's one time of day when Mu Yang's energy and spirit are at their best, it's definitely before he starts activating his innate abilities to deduce his cultivation techniques at night.

(End of this chapter)