Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

They won.

The overall champion of the Soul Master Competition belongs to Shenfeng Academy.

After the match, Pope Bibidon walked slowly to the front of the platform.

Her crimson papal robes shimmered brilliantly in the setting sun as her gaze swept over the three teams, exuding an air of authority without anger.

The entire area fell silent, and the noise at the foot of the mountain gradually subsided.

"This year's Soul Master Competition has now come to a successful conclusion."

Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"All the participating teams have demonstrated outstanding strength, especially Canghui Academy, Wuhun Hall Academy, and the final champion, Shenfeng Academy, who are standing here in the end."

Then, Bibi Dong turned slightly to the side, signaling the cardinal behind her to bring up the three wooden boxes.

Three wooden boxes were neatly arranged on the high platform, emitting faint fluctuations of soul power.

"As agreed before the competition, these three ancient soul bones—the skull of wisdom condensed by spiritual concentration, the right arm bone of explosive burning flames, and the left leg bone of rapid forward movement—will be the reward for the champion team."

Bibi Dong spoke in a calm tone, as if these three soul bones were nothing more than ordinary things in her eyes.

But everyone knows that the value of these three soul bones is enough to drive any soul master crazy.

"Shinkaze Academy, come forward to receive your award."

Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath and strode towards the platform.

His steps were steady, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed his inner excitement.

The moment Feng Xiaotian received the three wooden boxes from the Pope, his mind went almost blank.

The champion of the Soul Master Competition, three ten-thousand-year soul bones—things that were once out of reach—are now truly in his hands.

"Congratulations."

Bibi Dong said something indifferently, but her gaze passed over Feng Xiaotian and landed on Wang Teng, who was chatting and laughing with his teammates not far away. She lingered for a moment before turning away.

After the award ceremony, everyone left the square in front of the Papal Palace.

By this time, the sun had sunk behind the mountains, the clouds on the horizon were dyed deep red, and the lights of Wuhun City lit up one by one.

The group from Shenfeng Academy returned to the hotel, closed the door, and Feng Xiaotian placed the three wooden boxes on the table.

With only the team members inside, the atmosphere became quieter due to the absence of outside noise.

Seven people sat around the table, their eyes all fixed on the wooden boxes.

Feng Xiaotian opened the wooden boxes one by one, and the three soul bones lay quietly inside.

A piece of blue left leg bone, with faint wind patterns flowing on its surface.

A bright red right arm bone faintly radiated a scorching heat.

A crystal-clear skull, emitting a soft white light.

"How should we divide the three soul bones?"

Feng Xiaotian asked directly, his gaze sweeping across his teammates' faces.

Mo Hui and the others exchanged glances, then stood up.

He cleared his throat and said, "Captain, Vice-Captain, we've already discussed this privately."

Mo Hui said sincerely, "We were able to win the championship in this Soul Master Competition entirely because of you and the vice-captain carrying the team."

"Without your spirit fusion skills, and without the vice-captain's poison and fire, we wouldn't have made it this far."

"Therefore, we all agree that these three soul bones should be divided among you."

"So, the rest of us... won't get involved."

Liu Shan, Fang Qing, Ling Yi, and Sun Jun nodded in unison, none of them showing any reluctance or hesitation.

"you……"

Just as Feng Xiaotian was about to speak, Mo Hui waved his hand.

"Captain, stop pushing. We know what we're doing."

After saying that, the five people left the room without looking back, closing the door behind them.

Only Feng Xiaotian and Wang Teng remained inside.

Feng Xiaotian looked at the three soul bones on the table, remained silent for a moment, then laughed and said, "Now that they're all gone, things will be much easier for us."

Then, Feng Xiaotian reached out and picked up the blue left leg bone. The wind patterns on the bone surface shone slightly in his hand.

"This wind-attribute 'Rapid Forward Wind Chaser Left Leg Bone' is perfect for me."

"I'll take this one."

"The remaining two pieces are yours."

Feng Xiaotian pushed the other two wooden boxes in front of Wang Teng.

"To be honest, we owe a lot to you in this Soul Master Competition."

"If it weren't for your poison and fire, we wouldn't have been able to stop those people from the Spirit Hall at all."

"Take it, don't be polite with me."

Wang Teng glanced at the two wooden boxes in front of him and did not refuse.

He reached out and took it, nodded, and said, "Thanks."

After saying that, Wang Teng turned and walked towards the door.

"Wang Teng."

Feng Xiaotian suddenly called out to him.

Wang Teng stopped and looked back.

"The next Soul Master Competition is in five years."

Feng Xiaotian asked with a hint of seriousness, "Will you still come then?"

Wang Teng thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I don't know, we'll talk about it later."

Then, Wang Teng pushed open the door and went out, his footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Feng Xiaotian leaned back in his chair, looking at the cyan soul bone in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips, lost in thought.

After leaving the hotel, Wang Teng did not linger on the street.

He walked through the gradually quieting streets of Wuhun City, heading straight for the place where Ning Fengzhi and the others were staying.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School also owns a property in Martial Soul City, which is a small but extremely elegant courtyard.

He pushed the door open and entered, about to speak, but suddenly stopped.

Inside the room, besides Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and Sword Douluo, Ning Rongrong was also present.

There was another person sitting next to Ning Rongrong.

This person was Zhu Zhuqing.

The two girls were huddled together whispering something when they saw Wang Teng come in. Ning Rongrong winked at him with a grin, while Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head slightly, her ears turning a little red.

Wang Teng paused slightly, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.

"You're here?"

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, holding a teacup, and gave him a disgruntled look.

"Uncle Ning."

Wang Teng braced himself and went inside, finding a seat to sit down.

Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup and said in a nonchalant tone, "I've already spoken to Davis privately about Zhu Zhuqing's matter."

"Although he is somewhat dissatisfied, he probably won't openly cause trouble."

Then, Ning Fengzhi's expression became more serious, and he said, "However, you two need to be careful from now on."

"Davis won't do anything on the surface, but it's hard to say what kind of assassination attempt he might make in private."

"Therefore, before you have sufficient strength, it is best not to leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for the time being."

"Understood, Uncle Ning."

Wang Teng nodded.

"Yes, Sect Master Ning."

Zhu Zhuqing also respectfully responded.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at her, said nothing more, and then turned to Wang Teng, asking, "By the way, what about your rewards this time..."

"I obtained two soul bones."

Wang Teng knew what Ning Fengzhi wanted to ask, and said directly, "A head soul bone that is 50,000 years old, and a fire attribute right arm soul bone that is 30,000 years old."

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded repeatedly, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Now that the match is over, let's get out of here quickly."

Sword Douluo suddenly spoke, his tone tinged with urgency.

"Grandpa Jian, isn't this too rushed?"

Ning Rongrong asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why don't we rest for the night before we leave?"

"No more rest."

Bone Douluo shook his head, his expression grave, and said, "Who knows if a battle will break out next?"

"Wuhun City is not a place to stay for long; we'd better leave quickly."

"A fight? Between whom?"

Ning Rongrong blinked, looking completely bewildered.

Just as Bone Douluo was about to answer, a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside.