Chapter 68: Comprehending the Sword Borrowing the Force of the Wind! Such Sword Dao Is Merely the Spring Breeze Tailoring Leaves

Li Zhoxian stepped onto the arena.

The colosseum fell into a deep silence, with no one uttering a single word of mockery.

After Feng Xiaotian displayed such formidable strength, anyone who still dared to step onto the stage was definitely no ordinary person.

There were no pre-battle pleasantries.

Feng Xiaotian launched a ferocious assault.

The four soul rings beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—shifted with glowing light as his second and fourth soul rings lit up in succession.

"Second Soul Skill—Twin Wolves Avatar!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Demon Wolf Storm!"

He clearly had no intention of dragging things out, unleashing a thunderous killing blow right from the start.

Behind him, the phantom of a twin-headed gale wolf roared, and the pressure of his soul power surged exponentially.

He darted forward like lightning, his hands slashing wildly as six cyan wind blades shot outward, sealing off every possible evasion path for Li Zhoxian.

Wherever the wind blades passed, the air shrieked and whistled, leaving deep gouges across the floor of the arena.

Amidst countless nervous gazes,

without any discernible movement from Li Zhoxian,

sword qi suddenly crisscrossed the arena!

A white figure fluttered, and crisp, clear ripples of sword waves spread outward!

Feng Xiaotian's fiercely peerless wind blades melted away like snow, shattering inch by inch!

As the dust settled slightly,

the sword-wielding youth in white stood right where he was, not even the loosely tied strands of hair at his temples having been ruffled in the slightest.

The students in the audience were left dumbfounded.

White robes, a long sword, and such formidable sword techniques... A single name flashed instantly into everyone's mind.

"Jianjiu! It's Jianjiu!"

"Good heavens! He actually showed up!"

"The Crown Prince's close friend turns out to be none other than Jianjiu!"

The seven members of Blazing Flame Academy were also struck dumb.

A flush of shy annoyance rose across Huo Wu's bright, charming face, and she nearly crushed the railing in her grip.

"Yesterday I asked him if Jianjiu was as formidable as the storytellers made him out to be, and he nodded so readily!"

"It turns out... it turns out... he was praising himself!"

Huo Wushuang smiled with helpless wryness.

"Yet what he said..."

"Happened to be the absolute truth."

"I'm afraid the Jianjiu in the storytellers' tales truly pales in comparison to the man himself."

"What a razor-sharp sword!"

Huyan Li gasped in shock, turning his head to look at the Royal Team.

"Captain Yu Tianheng, is this that very Jianjiu who pinned you to the wall with a single sword strike?"

Yu Tianheng's face darkened as black as the bottom of a pot, and he snorted coldly,

"If your Diamond Mammoth went up there, the ending wouldn't necessarily look any better than mine."

Dugu Yan and Ye Lengleng exchanged glances, both seeing a trace of doubt in each other's pupils.

Based on their understanding of Li Zhoxian,

today's Li Zhoxian was acting somewhat unusual.

He had not taken the initiative to attack.

Instead, it looked as though he was... deliberately waiting for something?

Sure enough,

they heard Li Zhoxian say indifferently,

"Use your Thirty-Six Consecutive Slash of the Gale."

"Otherwise, you won't have another chance to strike."

Scraped by the lingering waves of that chilling sword qi until his skin stung, Feng Xiaotian was already filled with utmost solemnity.

Strong!

Too strong!

The sense of oppression given to him by the youth in white opposite him was unprecedented!

A blazing fighting spirit ignited in the depths of Feng Xiaotian's eyes.

He stepped forward, cracking the stone floor.

His second and third soul rings shone brilliantly.

A pair of massive wings woven from violent gales unfurled from his back.

"Third Soul Skill—Gale Wings!"

"Second Soul Skill—Twin Wolves Avatar!"

Amidst countless startled gazes, Feng Xiaotian beat his wings furiously.

The ferocious air currents whipped up a sky full of dust and debris, dragging long cyan tails of light as he rushed wildly toward Li Zhoxian at a terrifying speed.

He raised the wolf-claw blades on the back of his hands high and brought them down in a chopping arc right toward the top of Li Zhoxian's head.

"Thirty-Six Consecutive Slash of the Gale!"

Li Zhoxian raised his wrist and casually parried with his Azure Lotus Sword.

Clang—!!!

The sound of metal clashing exploded outward.

A visible shockwave of air rippled outward, centered on the point where the blade and sword collided.

Having acquired the Frost-Melt Spirit Vein physique, Li Zhoxian's physical body had already rivaled that of a Soul Ancestor even when he was a Soul Grandmaster.

Thus, he received this immensely powerful slash with effortless ease.

As for Feng Xiaotian,

he only felt a surge of sharp sword qi and bizarre intertwined forces of ice and fire rush madly inward along his wolf claws.

A tearing pain instantly shot through his right arm!

What shocked him even more was the opponent's unimaginable physical strength.

He himself was blown backward through the air by the recoil for several loops, stumbling back several steps upon landing before finally steadying his posture.

Yet the opponent had merely swayed slightly.

This scene

left the entire audience in absolute pin-drop silence.

The seven members of Blazing Flame Academy swallowed hard with difficulty.

The burly men of the Elephant Armor Team stared with eyes popping out of their sockets.

Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Ye Lengleng, and the others also wore completely blank expressions.

They had only known that Li Zhoxian's sword was sharp, but they had no idea his physical body was equally formidable to this extent.

In the VIP seating area,

Dugu Bo's aged eyes narrowed.

"Exquisite! Simply exquisite!"

"Zhoxian is using the opponent's gale blade momentum to temper his own swordsmanship!"

Strange multicolored flickers danced in Xue Qinghe's eyes as she hurriedly focused her gaze back onto the arena.

Having his initial strike thwarted,

Feng Xiaotian's offensive only grew increasingly fierce.

The Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes transformed into a cyan hurricane sweeping across the entire arena.

The blade momentum stacked layer upon layer, resembling raging waves where every single slash was stronger than the last.

Li Zhoxian appeared like a lone flat boat caught in these wild winds and angry waves.

However,

every single time he swung his sword,

he calmly parried those formidable blade auras.

His eyes flickered between a trance-like daze and sharp, brilliant flashes.

The Azure Lotus Sword in his hand continuously shifted its postures accordingly.

"Wrong! Still wrong!"

"The blade momentum is like the wind... yet also like a surging tide..."

Holding his sword in one hand to parry, Li Zhoxian muttered like someone possessed, while his other hand reached into his wine gourd and tilted his head back for a deep gulp.

Wine splashed outward, and the sword light reflecting the trajectory of the wind blades added an even greater touch of unrestrained wildness.

In this state, Li Zhoxian was exceedingly prone to intoxication.

His eyes were bleary with drink, and his sword techniques were entirely guided by instinct.

His sword followed his body, and his body followed the wind, carving out trajectories that felt as natural as heaven and earth.

"Still not right!"

"Wind is not a resistance... the sword should ride upon the wind and rise..."

Watching the youth in white drinking wantonly amidst the violent blade winds,

Feng Xiaotian felt a tempest of shock in his heart.

The opponent was actually using his Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of the Gale to polish his own sword moves.

Seized by a mix of shock and anger, he wanted to break away and retreat from the combat circle.

Only to discover with horror that every single storm slash he unleashed had already integrated into the rhythmic momentum of the opponent's sword.

Right at that moment,

an intoxicated chant rang in Feng Xiaotian's ear:

"Fierce winds corrode iron armor, gentle breezes usher in February... Such a path of the sword is nothing more than the spring breeze shearing willow leaves!"

As the words fell,

when Li Zhoxian parried with this single sword stroke,

Feng Xiaotian felt a wisp of utmost softness yet incredible resilience wind its way into being at the tip of the opponent's sword.

A startling brilliance suddenly erupted in Li Zhoxian's eyes.

Disregarding Feng Xiaotian entirely, his white robes fluttered and his figure moved like lightning.

He hastily darted away toward the outer edge of the arena.

He was striving for enlightenment in swordsmanship!

He had to grasp that fleeting flash of inspiration in his mind!

"Jianjiu! Where are you going?!"

Yu Tianheng shouted abruptly,

"Feng Xiaotian hasn't been defeated yet! If you step down from the stage, you lose!"

Li Zhoxian did not even look back.

Swish—

Swish—

Sword qi soared into the heavens from his spine!

Two Azure Lotus swords carrying completely distinct sword intents swept outward!

The moment his figure was about to vanish from the arena,

the two Azure Lotus swords pierced through the fabric at Feng Xiaotian's armpits,

carrying overwhelming might as they pinned him firmly to the high wall at the edge of the colosseum.

Thus...

victory and defeat were decided.

Looking in the direction where the white figure had hurriedly vanished,

the colosseum fell into a dead silence where even a needle dropping could be heard.

Only Yu Tianheng,

watching Feng Xiaotian pinned to the wall, tried his utmost to suppress the corners of his mouth from curling up wildly.

Good!

Everyone has to get pinned by Jianjiu!

That's only fair!