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As the compressed lightning continued to build up, the blue energy on Yu Tianheng's right fist turned white, creating concentric rings of electricity around the condensed dragon's head.
The intensity of this energy surpassed that of a Soul Emperor and nearly reached the level of a Soul Saint!
Boom!
Wind and lightning collided, exploding into a swirling storm of energy. The shockwaves and gusts were so intense that they caused the ground to crack and ripple.
At that moment, the entire arena fell silent.
No one expected such an exhilarating display of power from this match. The impact of their attacks was on par with high-level Soul Emperors or Soul Saint.
"This is what the younger generation of soul masters is capable of? Truly frightening," Sword Douluo remarked in awe from the VIP section.
While neither of the combatants used swords, the sheer power they displayed was remarkable. Yu Tianheng's technique puzzled Sword Douluo. It wasn't pure lightning; it seemed to have a unique twist that hinted at Tang San's guidance.
But Feng Xiaotian's custom soul technique was easier to understand. It utilized rotation—not just in his body, but also within his soul power, converting it into wind energy to create a tornado filled with hidden wind blades.
This method had potential applications in sword techniques, providing new ideas for enhancing his swordsmanship.
"If Feng Xiaotian created this soul technique on his own without external guidance, he's more talented than Yu Tianheng," Ning Fengzhi observed. "However, even if he had help, he's still only slightly less talented. Could we recruit him to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Sword Douluo shook his head. "Unlikely. His father is the principal of the Divine Wind Academy. Unless the academy collapses, he wouldn't join another faction."
At that moment, the outcome of the battle became clear.
In the end, the electromagnetic repulsion overpowered the whirlwind's spin, and the Electromagnetic Dragon Cannon propelled Feng Xiaotian across the arena, embedding him into the outer wall.
Boom!
When the Blue Lightning Divine Dragon exploded, the surrounding wall cracked with spiderweb-like fissures, sending the audience scrambling away from the railings.
As the smoke cleared, Feng Xiaotian lay on the ground, barely conscious, but he managed to give Yu Tianheng a thumbs-up, croaking, "Awesome..."
"Captain!"
"Are you okay?"
"Get a healer!"
The Divine Wind Academy's other students immediately called for medical assistance.
Tang San turned to Ye Lingling. "Lingling, can you help with the healing?"
"Of course," Ye Lingling replied, running over and releasing her Nine-Hearted Begonia martial soul. She used all five of her soul skills, and begonia petals fell onto Feng Xiaotian, absorbing into his body.
Within ten seconds, Feng Xiaotian was back on his feet, albeit with charred clothing and spiked hair. His soul power hadn't fully recovered, but his physical injuries were healed.
After flashing a bright white grin, his soot-stained face strikingly noticeable, he turned to the kneeling Yu Tianheng and gave him another thumbs-up. "Yu Tianheng, you beat me this time, but next time, I'll win!"
"Haha, I'm looking forward to it," Yu Tianheng laughed heartily as he stood up and turned to face the next challenger from the Divine Wind Academy—a Soul Elder. Taking down someone at that level wouldn't be a problem, and he could likely handle the rest of the opponents with his remaining soul power.
However, as the team's vice-captain, he believed that, like Tang San, he shouldn't hog the spotlight. His teammates deserved a chance to shine as well. After all, once the final lineup was set, there would be no substitutions, and with so many on the team, it was only fair to give those who might not make the final cut a chance to show their skills.
So Yu Tianheng voluntarily stepped down from the arena.
Tang San nodded approvingly as he cast his first soul skill to heal Yu Tianheng's right hand, restoring his soul power and treating the cut caused by the collision with Feng Xiaotian. While electromagnetic force was stronger than the spinning winds, Yu Tianheng's flesh and blood could only withstand so much. Without immediate treatment, his injury might have left a lasting impact.
"To go far in life, you need to let go of unnecessary pride," Tang San remarked, expressing his admiration for Yu Tianheng's decision.
Yu Tianheng looked at his healing hand and couldn't help but voice a lingering thought. "Captain, every time I see your soul skills, they always seem to give the impression that you're not as strong. But you're anything but weak."
"The strength of a soul skill doesn't determine a person's true combat ability," Tang San replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, leaving Yu Tianheng and the others shaking their heads.
For Tang San, defeating ordinary opponents didn't even require using his martial soul. His martial arts skills alone were enough to prevail. His physical strength even surpassed Yu Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. No one knew how Tang San trained to achieve such power.
Tang San turned to Lan Yinzi. "You haven't had a chance to participate yet. Would you like to go next?"
Lan Yinzi glanced at the others, and the male teammates graciously stepped back, while the female teammates urged her forward. Xiao Wu playfully said, "Come on, you need to show your stuff! Otherwise, people will think you're just here to make up the numbers."
"Since you're all so enthusiastic, I can't refuse," Lan Yinzi joked, clasping her hands in mock formality before gracefully leaping into the arena. Her landing was silent, her movements light and nimble, almost as if she had no weight.
"I thought she didn't like to talk much. Turns out she has a sense of humor," Xiao Wu commented with mild surprise. She then turned to Tang San and asked, "By the way, how did you guide her with her custom soul technique? I asked her before, but she always dodged the question with random excuses. I'm curious to know."
"I'd like to hear it too," Huo Wu added, leaning in to listen.
"Actually, it was quite simple," Tang San explained. "I told her to mimic a real Blue Silver Grass, swaying gently in the wind. It helps her stay light and agile."
Xiao Wu was incredulous. "That's it? Did she upset you or something?"
"Come on, you know I'm not petty," Tang San replied. "It's because she has a soul of a strong attacker, but her martial soul is the Blue Silver Emperor, which is inherently flexible."
"And she has a unique condition, just like you."
Oh?
Xiao Wu caught on, narrowing her eyes and examining Lan Yinzi closely as she fought and defeated her opponent. "I never would have guessed."
Huo Wu was baffled. "What are you two talking about? What's this hidden code? What do you mean by 'just like you'?"
"It's a secret," Xiao Wu replied, placing her hand on Tang San's shoulder, a hint of mischief in her smile. "Only those with a brother-sister or master-disciple bond can know."
"Tch~ Who cares," Huo Wu huffed, turning away, but her ears perked up, clearly eavesdropping to catch any hidden details and hoping to become part of the "secret club."
Meanwhile, Yu Feng noticed the playful "battle" between Xiao Wu and Huo Wu, while others like Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong also focused on Tang San, hinting at some rivalry among the women. Oslo kept quiet, his shoulders slumping as he caught on to the "drama."
"This guy has too much charm," he muttered to himself. "I hope he can handle all the attention."