Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

When his shortcomings were exposed in public, Feng Xiaotian's face stiffened, and he awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth.

But the smile on his face vanished in an instant. He skipped over Feng Qing, stared straight at Qian San standing in the center of the Tian Dou Second Team, and took a step forward.

"Qian San." Feng Xiaotian slowly clenched his fists. "In this team battle, Shenfeng will surely lose. But I, Feng Xiaotian, have practiced day and night for years and have comprehended a self-created soul skill. I want to use it to fight you one-on-one."

Feng Xiaotian's chest heaved slightly, a genius's stubbornness flickering in his eyes: "I know the result is destined to be a loss. But I must see just how big the gap is between you and me."

Qian San looked at the fighting spirit in his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Okay." Qian San raised his hand and waved it behind him.

Without hesitation, the members of Team Tiandou II turned and headed towards the steps. The members of Shenfeng Academy, understanding the situation, quickly withdrew their remaining six members. The enormous arena was instantly lifted into the air.

As Feng Qing walked, she kept turning back, making an exaggerated face at Feng Xiaotian, then yelled at the top of her lungs, "Third Brother! Don't hold back, give him a good beating!"

.......

A sudden gust of wind arose on the arena.

Feng Xiaotian spread his wings fully, and the azure wind element around him was compressed and swirled wildly. Without any probing, he used the thrust of his wings to lift himself up, his entire body transforming into a high-speed spinning azure tornado in mid-air.

"Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!"

With a low shout, Feng Xiaotian used the momentum of his fall to deliver his first hand chop.

Qian San stood still, raised his right hand, and gently clenched it towards the sky. The surrounding light elements were instantly drained, condensing into a dazzling lightsaber. He raised his hand and swung the sword to meet the descending wind blades.

when!

The tattoo-colored wind blade collided with the golden lightsaber. Using the recoil, Feng Xiaotian sprang high into the air, quickly completing a somersault and spin. Speed ​​and power combined for the first time in that instant, and the second strike crashed down.

Qian San remained unfazed, his wrist flicking slightly. Two lightsabers materialized out of thin air and charged forward to meet the attack.

The third strike landed, unleashing three lightsabers.

The fifth strike, five lightsabers.

The two clashed so fast that only afterimages remained. Feng Xiaotian's core technique was to use the opponent's force against them; as long as he wasn't interrupted, each strike was more powerful than the last. A series of dense clanging sounds, like a torrential downpour on banana leaves, echoed through the arena.

The tenth strike.

The twentieth strike.

The thirtieth strike.

As Feng Xiaotian used the thrust of the thirty-fifth collision to complete his final, and most perfect, charged spin in mid-air, the azure tornado surrounding him had turned a deep, dark green. The muscles in his arms bulged, and beads of blood seeped from his skin, unable to withstand the violent force.

"The Thirty-Sixth Slash!"

Feng Xiaotian's voice was hoarse from the exertion. He locked onto Qian San below, "This is the maximum combo I can achieve right now. Be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a giant cyan blade and slashed down at his head.

Qian San stopped swinging his sword.

At this moment, there were as many as 666 lightsabers hovering around him. The perfect accumulation of the first to the thirty-sixth lightsabers completely filled the sky above the arena with golden sword shadows.

Qian San looked up at the massive blue blade that had cleaved down, and his right hand suddenly slammed together in the middle.

hum-

Six hundred and sixty-six lightsabers emitted a high-pitched resonance, instantly pressing and fusing towards the center. In the blink of an eye, the countless sword shadows vanished, transforming into a single holy sword.

But that wasn't enough. Qian San pushed his left hand forward, and a liquid, silvery-blue metal gushed out, wrapping around the holy sword according to his will.

What terrifying temperature does the extreme light bring? The moment the liquid metal touched the sword, its surface instantly melted, turning a blinding bright red. This was no longer metal, but boiling molten iron at thousands of degrees Celsius!

Qian San unleashed his spiritual power without reservation, forcibly restraining the molten and boiling metal liquid, causing it to tightly wrap around the lightsaber, forming a flowing crimson scabbard.

"break."

Qian San uttered a single word, holding the crimson lava giant sword in one hand, and slashed diagonally upwards to meet Feng Xiaotian's strongest attack.

boom!

The cyan wind blades collided with the crimson greatsword.

There was no stalemate. Feng Xiaotian's proud thirty-six consecutive slashes were instantly torn to shreds by the terrifying heat and force upon contact with the boiling metal scabbard. The azure wind element evaporated into nothingness under the intense heat.

The recoil from the clash surged through his arms and into his internal organs, causing Feng Xiaotian to groan and spit out a mouthful of blood. He completely lost control and flew backward like a rag doll.

Qian San pressed down on the hilt of his sword.

The heavy greatsword did not continue its pursuit, but instead followed its trajectory and crashed into the arena between the two.

laugh!

This time, the stone slab didn't shatter into pieces like before. But the greatsword, imbued with extreme heat, burned a charred mark onto the arena like a red-hot iron pressed onto butter. Crystals even appeared on the granite at the edges.

At the moment of impact, the crimson molten metal encasing the sword was propelled by the immense inertia and sprayed out in all directions.

Just as these deadly molten metals were about to hit the ground, a glint of silver flashed in Qian San's eyes.

An immense amount of mental energy instantly enveloped the entire arena.

The molten metal droplets, still radiating terrifying heat and splashing in mid-air, suddenly froze without warning. In the next instant, under Qian San's control, they were forcibly stretched and deformed.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of drops of molten metal transformed into hundreds of hidden weapons of various shapes: throwing knives, bone-piercing nails, willow-leaf darts...

Feng Xiaotian had just managed to steady himself at the edge of the arena when he looked up and froze instantly.

Hundreds of crimson, icy blades hovered less than half a foot away from him. He could even feel the burning sensation from the tips of the blades. If Qian San had just a thought, he would have been riddled with holes.

Cold sweat slid down Feng Xiaotian's forehead, but it evaporated in the high temperature around him before it could get into his eyes.

He swallowed hard, not daring to make the slightest unnecessary movement, and raised his hands.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

There was no resentment, no excuses. Faced with such a crushing defeat on a completely different level, admitting defeat was the only option; continuing to fight would be utterly insane.

Qian San tilted his head slightly. The crimson hidden weapons in mid-air instantly lost their support, turning back into puddles of liquid that splattered onto the ground, then slid along the ground and retracted into his palm.

The lightsaber dissipated, and the temperature plummeted. Qian San stepped forward, looked at Feng Xiaotian who was slumped on the ground, and extended his right hand.

Feng Xiaotian sighed, grasped Qian San's hand, and used it to stand up.