Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 85 Hurricane Condensation, No One Can Beat It

One-on-one? The audience's eyes lit up at the mention of this format. Almost everyone within sight, including the participating college players, cast their gazes towards Wu Xuan, who had already entered the waiting area. They all hoped that Wu Xuan would be the first to go. A one-on-seven victory would be ideal; that would be truly thrilling!
"Teacher Wang, let me go first this time." Wu Xuan said lightly after drawing the lot.

Wang Yan was a little hesitant when he heard this. He regarded Wu Xuan as his trump card. It would be too extreme to use him at the beginning.

"Don't worry, Teacher Wang, I will only use my third soul skill. They are not worthy of letting me use the rest of their soul skills." Wu Xuan saw Wang Yan's hesitation and explained.

Wang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then you go ahead. Are you sure you can defeat seven of them alone? If you can, then we'll put more pressure on the other colleges, which will be beneficial for future competitions."

"No big deal!" Wu Xuan waved his hand with his back to the crowd and walked towards the competition stage.

"Tsk! How shameless!" Wang Dong on the side sneered in a low voice.

In an instant, Wang Yan glared at Wang Dong with sharp eyes.

Wang Dong was frightened.

Wu Xuan, who stepped onto the competition stage, naturally heard it as well, but he was too lazy to pay attention to the other party.

The first student sent by Yunluo Academy was short, but broad-shouldered, even a bit overweight. Facing the tall and handsome Wu Xuan, he was nervous. Beads of sweat could be seen on his forehead.

No matter which college they meet Shrek College, they will probably be nervous. There is simply no way to avoid this.

The referee called the two people to the front and said in a deep voice: "The rules of the individual elimination match are that the losing party will step down immediately, and the winning party can choose to continue the game or withdraw and change players. Each side will send seven people until all seven people on one side have lost the game. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Wu Xuan agreed straightforwardly. His opponent's voice was a little hesitant, "Understood."

The referee said: "Okay, both sides stand back and listen to my instructions to start the game. Highly lethal soul guidance devices such as fixed soul guidance devices that rely on materials to win are not allowed."

As he spoke, the referee retreated. But the Yunluo Academy student forced a smile and said to Wu Xuan, "My name is Ma Yingjun. Senior, please show some mercy."

Wu Xuan smiled when he heard this: "What a nice name! Because of your name, I will be gentler later."

"Hey." Ma Yingjun stepped back happily. It's like getting a gift.

Neither of them had any soul-amplifying devices on them, so the audience naturally couldn't hear what they were saying. However, it could be seen from the way they looked that the students of Yunluo Academy didn't seem to have any intention of fighting!

In fact, this is exactly the case. When Yunluo Academy found themselves in the same group as Shrek Academy and were about to meet in the first round-robin match, they formulated a strategy of preserving their strength as much as possible and making friends with Shrek Academy, which was a humiliating strategy.

As Wang Yan judged, Yunluo College was not a very powerful college in the first place. They paid a heavy price to pass the first round. Several main players were injured. Now they meet Shrek from the No. 1 Academy in Mainland China. It's surprising that they have fighting spirit. This is a round-robin match anyway, so there is no shame in losing to Shrek Academy. Therefore, they just plan to do their best and listen to fate.

They actually don't want to be drawn into individual matches; they'd rather be drawn into team fights and lose quickly.
Wu Xuan and the little fat man stood face to face on the competition stage.

"The game begins!" the referee shouted, and the person had already retreated to the edge.

Ma Yingjun was already nervous, and upon hearing the referee's voice, he reacted instinctively, raising his arms. Three thick metal tubes emerged from each arm, and two more, each as thick as his arm, emerged from each shoulder. A pair of folding wings instantly unfolded from his back, and six metal tubes emerged from each of his sturdy legs. A soul-guiding device resembling a metal heartguard also appeared on his chest. It was clearly a soul-guiding shield. To describe him as armed to the teeth would be no exaggeration.

A silent breeze slowly gathered around Wu Xuan, and four soul rings, one yellow, two purple and one black, slowly rose from under Wu Xuan's feet.

Ma Yingjun took the lead in launching an attack. The soul guide cannon on his body lit up, and white light balls shot out from the muzzle, densely covering Wu Xuan.

"Third soul skill, Jade Wind!"

"Congeal!"

A jade-colored breeze gathered, and Wu Xuan clenched his hands lightly, and two long swords with strange shapes like gun blades appeared in his hands.

The two long swords were more than three feet long, with blades as green as ink, and the slightly curved green blades flashed with cold light.

This fluorescence is nothing but the unique destructive power of the extreme wind.

Wu Xuan swung the double blades in his hands, and the white light balls that covered him were accurately cut into two halves one by one by Wu Xuan.

The light ball split into two, with only half left, but it did not explode instantly. Instead, it maintained this shape and slid for more than ten meters before collapsing.

This shows how sharp the two long swords condensed from Wu Xuan's Ultimate Wind are. Wu Xuan looked at the double blades in his hands with great satisfaction and exclaimed, "Not bad! The third ring of 9,900 years, coupled with the martial soul after transforming into the Ultimate Wind, the third soul skill is indeed much stronger."

"Thank you so much for testing the knife for me, Yingjun."

Wu Xuan thanked him, raised his left leg, and launched a mid-air kick at the heavily armed Ma Yingjun. A cyan whirlwind instantly shot out, carrying Ma Yingjun upright and rushing off the stage.

"Bang." Ma Yingjun hit the soul guide shield hard and fell unconscious.

Looking at Ma Yingjun falling off the stage, Wu Xuan waved the double blades in his hands twice and said lightly: "Next."

The second member of the team sent by Yunluo Advanced Soul Instructor Academy was a girl named Shangyue.

He is over 1.7 meters tall and looks to be about 18 or 19 years old. Although he is not extremely beautiful, his figure is very slender and fit, especially his long legs, which are very distinctive.

Game start.

Shangyue’s fighting style is completely different from Ma Yingjun’s before. Behind her, there is a pair of big swords.

The width of a broadsword is not as big as Wu Xuan's three long swords put together.

Shangyue rushed forward, spread his hands to the left and right, and two four-foot-long swords suddenly lit up with a strong incandescent light, bringing up two three-foot-long sword beams, and slashed straight towards Wu Xuan.

"Choose close combat?" Wu Xuan smiled faintly, and swung out the two spear blades to meet the double swords chopped down by Shangyue.

"Dang, when——"

The two swords collided, making a sharp metallic collision sound. Wu Xuan exerted a little force, and Shangyue was pushed back by the force. He had no choice but to roll over and stagger for a few steps before he could stabilize his body.

Shangyue's expression was solemn. Four soul rings, three yellow and one purple, lit up in succession, and his aura increased several times over. The incandescent light emanating from his two swords had already taken on a slightly bluish hue. The intense fluctuations of soul power even caused the surrounding air to distort.

Shangyue swung his two long swords, slashing at Wuxuan like a raging storm. Wuxuan stabbed and slashed repeatedly with the spear-like long sword in his hand, repeatedly blocking Shangyue's crazy attacks.

The moment the two separated, the double blades in Wu Xuan's hands began to tremble noticeably. It was obvious that the continuous blocking had caused considerable damage to the double blades.

The attacks were ineffective one after another. Shangyue was panting and obviously getting a little impatient. Wu Xuan seized the opportunity and stabbed out with both blades, forcing Shangyue to turn around and block.

Wu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, took advantage of the opportunity to appreciate the moon, and kicked the opponent away.

"The four strength-increasing soul skills are a unique idea, but unfortunately it's one step short." Wu Xuan put away his sword and praised slightly.

"Your martial spirit is just suppressed by me. It's not that easy to defeat me." Shangyue's face was a little distorted and he said through gritted teeth.

"Haha! Who told you that this is my martial soul." Wu Xuan said as he shook his hands lightly, and the two swords that looked like gun blades suddenly turned into a breeze and dissipated.

"Congeal!"

Wu Xuan let out a low roar, and the next moment a hurricane gathered, and a dark green axe appeared in his hand.

The axe, which was formed naturally, exuded an ancient and heavy atmosphere. The dark green axe body was wide and broad, and the light blue axe blade was thin and sharp, revealing a heart-pounding edge.

"What? How is this possible?" Shangyue opened his mouth in shock.

Wu Xuan lunged forward and chopped down with the axe in his hand.

"Bang." A white shadow suddenly flashed by and slammed into the soul guide shield with a bang. The white shadow was Shangyue, who was knocked away by Wu Xuan's axe.

Cheers were heard from the audience again. Wu Xuan defeated his opponent twice with ease, which aroused cheers from the audience.

Wu Xuan said to the referee, "Next game."

(End of this chapter)