In Douluo Continent, his martial soul mutated into Blue Silver Grass.

Chapter 185, the final match: Lin Hai vs. Xie Yue, revealing the four rings.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Flying Sand and Raging Flames!" In an instant, the ground turned crimson with black spots, centered on the flames, and spread outwards.

"What is this?" Feng Xiaotian flapped his wings and flew in the air, looking at the changes on the ground.

However, he had no more doubts the next moment, because giant pillars of lava suddenly surged out from his body, his side, and even from a wider area.

"I...!" Feng Xiaotian hurriedly increased his height and dodged, but unfortunately, he was still hit. Feng Xiaotian used his soul power to protect himself in time to avoid being burned.

I was careless!

"Hehe, this is quite good. It can both relieve the predicament and allow us to attack Feng Xiaotian at the same time," Hu Liena chuckled.

"Feng Xiaotian was too careless; he was far too confident in his own abilities."

"However, we must also learn from this. Whether it is Yan or Feng Xiaotian, they both underestimated their opponents and overestimated themselves."

"Yan underestimated Feng Xiaotian, which directly put Yan on the defensive and allowed him to take the hits; Feng Xiaotian thought Yan had no other tricks up his sleeve, but he was still injured by Yan's fifth soul skill."

"At this point, Feng Xiaotian has broken through Yan's strongest shield and forced out Yan's strongest soul skill." Actually, Yan's shield hasn't broken yet, but it will eventually break if the situation continues for a long time.

"Feng Xiaotian hasn't even used his strongest self-created soul skill yet. Not only that, Yan first held firm and then unleashed a powerful burst of energy, so his soul power must have been greatly depleted."

"This battle situation is very unfavorable for Yan."

"He hunts geese all day long, only to get pecked in the process." Feng Xiaotian spat.

Feng Xiaotian spread his wings lightly in the air, gazing at Yan below. "Yan, you truly deserve to be called the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall. You are very strong, but even if you were stronger, I would still defeat you today."

"You've earned the right to make me use the soul skill I should be proud of. Watch out."

Feng Xiaotian offered a humane suggestion, then flapped his azure wings and flew swiftly toward Yan.

"Hmph, bring it on! I'll defeat you today!" Seeing that Feng Xiaotian wanted to engage in close combat with him, Yan was naturally not afraid. He had great confidence in his martial soul.

With his second soul skill activated, the two-headed wolf shadow behind him gradually merged with Feng Xiaotian's body, increasing his attack, defense, and agility by fifty percent. Combined with his third soul skill, Gale Wings, he was now at his peak condition.

Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul skill was able to be fully utilized by relying on the assistance of these two soul skills. From a certain perspective, his self-created soul skill was by no means inferior to his original fifth soul skill, and might even be stronger, and it also consumed less soul power.

The pervasive blue light transformed into an arc, and at this moment, Feng Xiaotian's body and wings were perfectly integrated, moving at an extremely fast speed. Feng Xiaotian's body was like a blue meteor falling.

There was no sound as he moved and fell. The silence meant that wind resistance had less of an impact on him, and only a wind-attribute soul master like him could find the best descent path so accurately from the wind.

The sharp edges of the blue wings emitted a faint blue light, and the so-called Gale Wolf Forty-Eight Consecutive Slashes were clearly emitted from these wings.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Flying Sand Raging Flames." Yan activated his soul skill, and a considerable number of giant pillars of lava appeared around him, hoping to attack Feng Xiaotian on one hand, and block Feng Xiaotian's approaching figure on the other.

Feng Xiaotian's speed at this moment was extraordinary; Yan's naked eye could only see a blue phantom, not the person.

Feng Xiaotian's unstoppable advance was slightly deflected in mid-air, changing direction just before he was about to make contact with the lava pillar.

Light appeared on the wings, and the giant lava pillar was broken in half.

"Such sharp wind blades!" Xie Yue exclaimed in surprise. The towering lava pillars that rose from the ground couldn't stop his advance at all. Even though Yan's defensive power wasn't fully reflected in this soul skill, it was still extraordinary. He had tried it before, and his moon blade was quite difficult to penetrate. Of course, difficult doesn't mean impossible.

Thus, Xie Yue could imagine the terror of Feng Xiaotian's blue wings.

Then the giant lava pillars were all cut down, and Feng Xiaotian rushed straight towards Yan.

"Hmph!" Yan snorted coldly when he saw that his attack was ineffective.

"Since you insist on a head-on confrontation, let's see if you'll be defeated by exhausting your soul power first, or if my defense will hold out until the end."

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

As the attack landed, Feng Xiaotian used both his wings and arms, but his first wing strike clearly had no effect. Instead, the force of the blow sent him flying.

"Really tough!" This was Feng Xiaotian's first impression, which was also because the previous attacks were all elemental attacks, and he hadn't personally engaged in combat.

Using the momentum to take off, Feng Xiaotian did not rise into the sky again. His body simply made a big turn in the air, and his right wing slashed down again.

During this attack, Feng Xiaotian's single wing flashed through the air, constantly changing its trajectory. The wing blade, as powerful as a guillotine, continuously attacked a single point, maintaining a combo and stacking attack power.

Yan thought to himself, "The force of the attack has increased!"

Feng Xiaotian had no time to care what Yan thought. He spun around in mid-air, his wings striking down in a loop, unleashing his third and fourth slashes.

Yan was stunned. He realized that Feng Xiaotian's soul skill attack was even more ruthless than his fifth soul skill.

When he was taking on Feng Xiaotian's fifth soul skill, the wind blades were dense and their attack power was not bad, but the feeling was the same. Although it was terrifying, at least he could break through it.

But now, although Feng Xiaotian is engaged in close combat, he slips through the air like an eel, making it impossible for Yan to catch up or even touch him.

Feng Xiaotian's attacks were relentless, with strikes launched from the air one after another, constantly stacking up until he reached the thirty-sixth consecutive strike.

When Feng Xiaotian unleashed his thirty-fifth consecutive strike, Yan anticipated that he could only withstand a maximum of ten more, perhaps even less.

Yan was no fool, nor would he sit idly by and wait for death; he immediately decided to fight to the death.

As Feng Xiaotian swooped down on him, Yan seized the opportunity, and his third and first spirit rings lit up one after the other.

"Third Soul Skill, Hellfire." Yan was instantly surrounded by a sea of ​​fire. This soul skill was not only an area-of-effect attack, but it could also enhance Yan's fire and earth attributes.

"First Soul Skill, Hellfire Lava Burst!"

The next moment, a wave of lava surged from the sea of ​​fire, its target being Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian was not afraid at all; in fact, a smile even appeared on his lips.

Feng Xiaotian's wind wings struck the lava shockwave directly, splitting it apart effortlessly without harming himself in the slightest.

After breaking through the lava shockwave, Feng Xiaotian ruthlessly cleaved the sea of ​​fire in two, exposing the flames within.

"Let's die together!" Okay, I might have gone too far, but the gist is, let's go down together.

Facing Feng Xiaotian's charging figure, he not only didn't dodge, but instead met him head-on. Feng Xiaotian's wing slash struck him directly, and Yan immediately coughed up blood. Fortunately, this guy had a lot of health and decent armor, so he didn't die instantly.

Yan grabbed Feng Xiaotian's hands tightly with his backhand. Blood was smeared at the corner of his mouth as he shouted, "Fourth Soul Skill, Lava Roll!"

Yan gathered the power of flames on his body. Because he wanted to trap Feng Xiaotian, he stomped his foot on the ground, turning the ground crimson.

The next moment, the magma churned and gathered together, and two long, soft streams of magma rushed towards the two of them.

"What a madman." Feng Xiaotian twisted his hands, trying to break free from Yan's encirclement. Yan held on tightly. Feng Xiaotian moved to the side, rolled over, crossed his arms, and propelled himself upwards, arriving on top of Yan's head, his wings flapping behind him.

Yan was truly surprised by Feng Xiaotian's sudden action. He was lifted into the air by Feng Xiaotian, and Yan's attack completely missed.

Yan was being held in the air by Feng Xiaotian, spinning around and around rapidly.

then

A dramatic scene unfolded: Yan fainted because Feng Xiaotian had spun her around in circles too many times.

It's not Yan's fault. Feng Xiaotian can fly, so spinning around during battles is a common occurrence for him. But Yan is different. He is a pure-blooded land-based Soul Master, and the sky is a forbidden zone for him now!

In the sixth round of the individual elimination tournament, Feng Xiaotian won, and the Beast Team scored three points.

"Yan actually fainted, tsk tsk tsk, three of them. Do you think we can use this trick to deal with the Spirit King of the Spirit Hall when we face the Spirit Academy?" Ma Hongjun said slyly.

"That's impossible. The Spirit Hall's Soul King should have been taught a lesson by the president. Moreover, the reason he did that was because the match with Feng Xiaotian had taken a toll on him."

"That's such a pity!"

In the seventh round, it was Lin Hai's and Xie Yue's turn to compete. "Brother, it all depends on you! The honor of the Spirit Hall rests on your shoulders!"

"Okay, leave it to me!"

Yan lost. Their Martial Soul Academy has fallen behind the Beast Team, and this situation will greatly affect the reputation of the Martial Soul Hall. He, Xie Yue, must restore the reputation of the Martial Soul Hall.

Unlike the somber atmosphere at the Martial Soul Academy, Feng Xiaotian's victory greatly boosted morale on the Beast Team's side, and they were genuinely not worried about their captain at all.

I still vividly remember the scene from two years ago when I fought two Azure Wolf bandits! These two Azure Wolf bandits were comparable to ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts. I fought them both and even managed to kill them all.

This record is from a year and a half ago. As for Lin Hai's current strength, it seems that only Feng Xiaotian here knows something about it.

"Go for it, Captain!"

"I believe you can lead us to the summit."

"Little brother, you promised to give me a gift, and I think the championship would be great."

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Feng Xiaotian just came down from the stage. He walked step by step to Lin Hai and said, "I trust your strength."

"Don't worry, I won't hold back anymore. The gun has already hit the bird that stuck its head out. From now on, I'll make sure everyone remembers me."

"Looking forward to your moment of glory, my good brother."

"Go back and watch! Watch me take all the victories back."

"Um."

After exchanging a few brief words with Feng Xiaotian, Lin Hai stepped onto the competition stage.

On the other side, Xie Yue had finished talking to Hu Liena and saw Lin Hai go on stage, so he also stepped up.

As for Yan, since he was unconscious, all the students from the Spirit Hall were carried away. However, Pope Bibi Dong's expression was not good, because Yan's performance had really tarnished the image of the Spirit Hall.

……

"So you're my opponent?" Xie Yue squinted at Lin Hai.

"What? Doesn't look like it?" Lin Hai said casually.

"Lin Hai, sixteen years old, Soul King. Just from these few pieces of information, we can tell that you are no ordinary person."

"Looks like you've investigated me quite thoroughly!" Lin Hai said nonchalantly.

Lin Hai already knew this information couldn't be kept secret, but there was Tang San before him, who was not only a fourteen-year-old Soul Master but also possessed a fourth Soul Ring that had lasted for ten thousand years. (Tang San is now fourteen years old.)

Therefore, compared to that, Lin Hai's strength as a sixteen-year-old Soul King can only be attributed to his high talent, while Tang San's fourth Soul Ring at ten thousand years old was an unprecedented and astonishing feat.

Lin Hai's strategy was successful. He concealed his fourth ring in advance, and Tang San indeed attracted the attention of most soul masters. Even Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, focused more attention on Tang San. She only paid attention to him and commented that the Spirit Hall must win him over, rather than putting him on the blacklist with the highest level of respect.

"Hmph, enough talk, prepare to accept your senior's guidance and face defeat!"

Lin Hai remained silent, because he had no interest in verbal sparring.

The referee was from the Spirit Hall and was quite tolerant of Xie Yue, partly because of Xie Yue's talent and status.

"Everyone to your positions, activate your Martial Souls!!!"

Xie Yue unleashed his martial spirit, and two crescent-shaped blades appeared in his hands. He looked at Lin Hai with a solemn expression, and his spirit rings rose one by one, yellow, purple, and black.

Lin Hai slowly swept his right hand across his body, and the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul appeared in his hand. The spirit rings beneath him also slowly rose, yellow, yellow, purple-black!

"Impossible!" Tang San's eyes widened as he stared intently at the four spirit rings beneath Lin Hai.

"How could this be? His spirit rings were originally yellow, purple, and black! What happened?" Fatty Ma Hongjun asked in surprise.

Dai Mubai also looked grave. This is troublesome! It seems their path to the championship is going to be very difficult.

Xiao Wu and the others were also stunned.

"Ten Thousand Years. Fourth Soul Ring~"

"Elder Ju, Elder Gui, didn't you say this little guy's spirit ring configuration was yellow-yellow-purple-purple-black? Then what's going on here?"

"Hmm—" Bibi Dong's tone gradually rose.

"Your Holiness, please forgive us!" Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately knelt down to admit their mistakes.

Yue Guan's feelings were mixed, a mixture of joy and worry. He was happy that his sister's descendant possessed such outstanding talent, not only in strength but also in resources; he was worried that Bibi Dong might not tolerate Lin Hai's existence.

"What? You're also a perpetual fourth ring? You're not?"

Xie Yue was initially surprised, but then something occurred to him, and his tone changed abruptly, "Hehe, I get it!"

(End of this chapter)