Chapitre 393: Clear Sky Hammer, Disorder Splitting Wind (2)
Looking at this scene, all the Shrek Academy members' faces couldn't help changing. In the previous matches, even though Godwind Academy had a lot of members that could fly, as the captain as well as a power attack system Spirit Master, Feng Xiaotian had never done so. Right now, suddenly soaring into the air, with enough spirit power, he had clearly already placed himself in an invincible position. Without using hidden weapons, it seemed very difficult for Tang San's attacks to influence him.
Seeing Feng Xiaotian's sudden flight, Tang San didn't panic. While staring fixedly at his opponent, he unhurriedly walked into the center of the ring.
Feng Xiaotian's wings spread easily in the sky, gazing at Tang San below him,
"Tang San, you're even more formidable than I had imagined. However, even if you were more formidable, today I'll still definitely beat you. Next, I'll use attack you with my own created spirit ability. Careful. The spirit ability is named: Stormwind Demon Wolf's Thirty Six Successive Chops."
Listening to his opponent, Tang San took a firm stance with half angled feet, replying to his opponent with one word,
"Come."
The words 'created spirit ability' no doubt shocked everyone present. In fact, even though created spirit abilities couldn't form naturally the way spirit abilities from spirit rings did, any Spirit Master that could create their own spirit ability would be alarmingly outstanding of their generation. Created spirit abilities appeared as a combination of all one's circumstances, and consequently, they were even more practical.
The doubleheaded wolf image behind him gradually merged with Feng Xiaotian, that was his second spirit ability, Double Wolf Body Enhancement. Under circumstances like these, his attack, defense, and speed would all increase by fifty percent. Further adding his third spirit ability, Stormwing Wings, his condition was boosted to its peak. It was also only under the assistance of these two spirit abilities that his created spirit ability could be revealed. In some sense, his created spirit ability wasn't much different from his fourth spirit ability, and moreover it consumed a bit less spirit power.
With a long howl, Feng Xiaotian moved. His body dropped from the sky like a meteor from the heavens. Strangely, those enormous unfolded wings didn't make a sound as he descended. The cyan light filling the air was completely withdrawn. Right now his wings were perfectly angled.
A lack of wind sound meant that the drag resistance was even smaller. Only a wind element Spirit Master like him could find the best angle in the wind like this. The knife sharp edges of the wings glittered with a deep cyan light in the sunshine. Those so called Stormwind Demon Wolf's Thirty Six Successive Chops would clearly issue from the edges of these wings.
Blue Silver Grass soared up, forming countless vines, directly twisting at the descending Feng Xiaotian.
Feng Xiaotian's seemingly courageous advance through the air deflected slightly, changing direction the instant he was on the verge of coming into contact with the Blue Silver Grass.
Light appeared over the wings, Blue Silver Grass snapped. Those twisting Blue Silver Grass were unexpectedly completely unable to stop him for even a moment. Cutting one after another, he went straight for Tang San.
Tang San made an extremely brazen act. Both fists swinging, he simultaneously struck at Feng Xiaotian's wings, at the shoulder.
The instant before the attack, Feng Xiaotian's wings had completely merged with his arms, this was also a significant reason why his wings had such tremendous attack power.
Feng Xiaotian couldn't spare his fuel, seeing Tang San's fists attack, he also wanted to see just how solid Tang San's hands actually were. Adjusting his body slightly, his shoulders bizarrely pulled back, making the knife sharp edges of his wings meet the lustrous white fists of Tang San.
With an explosive sound, Feng Xiaotian soared up. Tang San's hands weren't the slightest bit injured, and under the boost of the second spirit ability, Double Wolf Body Enhancement, Feng Xiaotian also didn't suffer any injuries.
An ache reaching the marrow of his bones made Feng Xiaotian's gaze turn monstrous. Were those really hands? He clearly knew that when he fully used thirty six successive chops to attack with his wings, he had once cut open a one meter thick block of granite.
Feng Xiaotian was struck flying, and Tang San didn't feel any better. His feet had completely sunk into the ground, and his face had a faintly reddish tint, his qi and blood bubbling up.
Their trains of thought flashed through their minds like lightning. Feng Xiaotian's attack wouldn't stop, and Tang San's defense continued.
Feng Xiaotian with the ability to fly didn't return to a high altitude like Tang San had imagined, he only made a large turn in the air, then his right wing once again chopped down. This time it was in a batch. Feng Xiaotian's single wing flashed successively, constantly changing trajectory in order to dodge Tang San's fists. That his fist was solid didn't mean that his body was. If that powerful guillotine like blade hit his body, perhaps…...
A purple gold light appeared in Tang San's eyes. He only quietly watched that brandishing wing. When the wing was less than a meter away from him, both his hands rose once again, blasting out simultaneously once more.
With a peng sound, Feng Xiaotian was inconceivably sent flying once again. He couldn't understand how, under his utmost control, Tang San could still find the trajectory of his wing. This was practically impossible.
How could he know that Tang San, born of Tang Sect, had eyesight that someone of this world basically couldn't compare to. Let alone the edge of his wing, even if it was countless hidden weapons coming from all directions, Tang San could still shoot down each and every one.
Feng Xiaotian was shocked, but Tang San was also equally shocked. Because he discovered that under Feng Xiaotian's second chop, even though it was only one wing, in fact, the force of this attack was even greater than before. This discovery immediately made Tang San inwardly somewhat suspicious.
Their astonishment didn't have the slightest effect on their battle. Feng Xiaotian flew another turn in the air, his wings alternating to attack, starting the third and fourth chops.
Tang San also simultaneously used his Mysterious Jade Hand to receive the two attacks.
The facts proved that Tang San's judgement was correct. These two attacks of Feng Xiaotian's, one was stronger than the other. Even though the increase in strength wasn't much, Tang San's arms were already stinging. His Mysterious Jade Hand had, after all, still not been cultivated to its peak, and the opponent's successive attacks made Tang San's hands ache.
Tang San suddenly smiled. Who could have thought that he would actually still smile at a moment like this. In four attacks his calves had already sunk into the ground, and previously Feng Xiaotian had said that this Stormwind Demon Wolf chop would strike altogether thirty six times. At present, not only did Feng Xiaotian's attacks grow stronger and stronger, but the attack speed was also increasing. Speed and power were directly proportional, his created spirit ability's foremost feature was that it exploited speed and gravity to constantly boost his attack power.
Tang San understood that even though Feng Xiaotian could complete thirty six chops, at the end, if he could truly continue to stiffly take the attacks, perhaps Feng Xiaotian's wings would directly snap under the force.
Feng Xiaotian's spirit power was two ranks higher than Tang San's, and further adding this growth, how could Tang San continue to take his attacks? Right now, an extremely sharp spirit power was already breaking out in Feng Xiaotian's surroundings, and even if Tang San wanted to launch his second spirit ability, Parasite, it still wouldn't have any effect. Even his third spirit ability, Spiderweb Restraint, might be cut under the constantly growing sharp blades. What could Tang San do now? Release Eight Spider Lances and fight back?
No, Tang San wouldn't do that.
Feng Xiaotian's attack made Tang San recall something in his past, recall the time when he sometimes wouldn't have any food, the least glamorous time.
In the crack between Feng Xiaotian's fourth and fifth chop, black light rushed out of Tang San's right hand, an unremarkable little hammer appearing in his grasp. Just at this moment, there was suddenly a bursting sound under Tang San's feet, as the ground where his legs were stuck suddenly collapsed into a large hole.
Half turning, Tang San grasped the hammer with both hands, calves generating strength, spreading through his legs to his waist, through his waist to his back, from his back to his arms, fully half turning, that only one chi long little hammer in his hands rising from below, directly meeting Feng Xiaotian's fifth chop.
Hong——
This time Feng Xiaotian flew out especially high. If they could be seen, then this time one could definitely spot a tiny fracture in his wing. The violent pain already turned Feng Xiaotian's face deep red.
At the same time as his body turned, he looked with shock at the little hammer that had appeared in Tang San's hands. At this moment, there wasn't enough time to think about how his opponent suddenly had a weapon. The referee hadn't called for a halt, that proved that his opponent hadn't broken any rules.
Actually, how could he have known that the referee was already staring stupidly.
The two rotated practically simultaneously, only one was in the sky, one was on the ground. Feng Xiaotian's wings struck down once again, and the little hammer in Tang San's hands swung up once again. Violent collisions resounded repeatedly like rain against palm leaves.
Whether it was Tang San or Feng Xiaotian, they were both turning faster and faster. In a moment, there had already been more than ten collisions.
In the judges' seats, emperor Xue Ye's gaze was frozen. Platinum bishop Salas' gaze was frozen. One might say that as long as they were sixtieth rank or over, Spirit Masters more than fifty years old, right now their hearts were shuddering.
What was that? What was that black little hammer? What did it represent? None lacked absolute clarity in their hearts.
That wasn't a weapon, at least it wasn't a weapon one carried, it further wasn't something stored in a spatial spirit tool. That was a spirit, a true spirit, a spirit that had produced immeasurable glory in the Spirit Master world. The peak existence on the pyramid of tool spirits. It represented a sect, represented countless powers. It represented the most powerful force and attack.
That was, the Clear Sky Hammer.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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