Douluo Dalu: This Soul Master is to Weird

"Fighting?"

Mu Yang was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Are they really fighting, or is it a soul duel?"

The two had very different meanings. A soul duel was a sparring exchange, while a plain fight would appear quite improper.

"Come on! They're the top students of the elemental academies. Fighting would be so embarrassing. It's just a soul duel."

Huo Wu rolled her eyes at Mu Yang.

If students from the elemental academies actually fought within Blazing Academy, that would be an utter disgrace.

Even if there were significant tensions, they would resolve it in a soul duel on the training field or the arena. No matter how serious the fight got, they could always say they couldn't hold back during sparring, and it would save face for everyone involved.

"Come on, let's go check out the excitement!"

Before Mu Yang could ask anything more, Huo Wu grabbed him and hurried toward the central training field.

Not long after, at Blazing Academy's central training field.

"Swift Wind Demon Wolf Eighteen Slashes!"

As soon as Mu Yang entered, he heard a booming shout.

Looking toward the training field, he saw a silver-haired youth dressed in cyan hovering mid-air, a pair of cyan light wings manifesting on his back. His arms combined with his wings into sharp blades of wind, and he descended upon a burly youth whose defensive soul skill was active. The silver-haired youth spun rapidly like a top with blades, slashing furiously.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of collisions rang out, and under the silver-haired youth's assault, the burly youth's protective soul shield trembled violently.

"Boom!"

The silver-haired youth broke through the burly youth's defensive skill after just ten strikes. Seizing the opening, he adjusted his position mid-air and delivered a vicious kick.

"Bang!"

The burly youth was struck squarely in the face. A splash of red appeared as his nose bled profusely, and his body flew backward, rolling across the floor like a spinning top.

"Is this all the Elephant Armored Academy has? Who's next?!"

After easily defeating another opponent of the same rank, the silver-haired youth landed lightly on the ground, arms crossed, his sharp wolf-like eyes scanning the crowd with an arrogant look.

'Swift Wind Demon Wolf Eighteen Slashes? Is this... Battle Wolf Feng Xiaotian?'

Looking at the arrogant, masked silver-haired youth in the center, Mu Yang couldn't help but muse.

The reason he called Feng Xiaotian a "battle wolf" rather than a "simp" was simple: in the original story, Feng Xiaotian eventually won the heart of his cousin Huo Wu.

If a pursuer fails to win over their love interest, they're merely a "simp." But if they succeed, they become a "battle wolf" who triumphantly earns the beauty's affection.

Of course, that's a future event. For now, Feng Xiaotian hadn't even met his cousin Huo Wu yet.

The next moment, as Mu Yang noticed Feng Xiaotian's soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple—he couldn't help but inwardly complain.

After all, in the original story, Feng Xiaotian was twenty-four during the Soul Master Tournament.

At this point, there were still nearly six years until that tournament, meaning Feng Xiaotian was already an eighteen-year-old young man.

An eighteen-year-old born with innate full soul power, yet he still hadn't reached the fourth soul ring. He was likely far from rank 40, which left Mu Yang puzzled as to how Feng Xiaotian trained.

Even if he spent all his time perfecting the so-called Swift Wind Demon Wolf Eighteen Slashes, it didn't explain why his soul power progress was so slow.

To Mu Yang, someone with innate full soul power who hadn't reached the Soul Ancestor rank (four rings) by sixteen was a definite failure.

Even Dai Mubai, a notorious libertine, had reached rank 37 at the age of fifteen.

And Dai Mubai didn't have innate full soul power; he wasn't even born with rank nine soul power.

If he had been born with rank nine or above, as someone with the potential to inherit a Title Douluo legacy, the competition for the Star Luo Empire's throne would have ended the day he awakened his martial soul.

If Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu, and others had gotten typical supporting roles, then Feng Xiaotian, with his innate full soul power, seemed to have received a poorly written side character script.

Wasting his prime training years perfecting a self-created soul skill while neglecting soul power cultivation was baffling.

And to top it off, Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul skill, despite all his effort, wasn't particularly outstanding. It didn't even seem as effective as Tang Hao's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique.

"Big Sis, this guy's so arrogant. Why doesn't anyone deal with him?"

Pointing to Feng Xiaotian, who stood in the center like he owned the world, Mu Yang asked Huo Wu.

This young man was far too cocky; he clearly needed a good beating.

Smirking, Huo Wu replied, "Before I came to find you, a senior from our academy with rank 39 soul power had the same thought. But guess what? He lasted less than a minute before losing."

To be fair, Feng Xiaotian's soul power might not be very high, but his combat strength was solid. His third soul skill gave him a flying advantage, and his self-created skill had decent power, making him a formidable opponent among three-ring Soul Elders. Few of the same rank could defeat him.

Moreover, since Feng Xiaotian hadn't reached rank 40, older students who were already Soul Ancestors couldn't step in.

After all, it was just sparring. Using rank suppression to win would be shameful.

And if they lost despite their rank advantage, it wouldn't just be an individual humiliation—it would shame the entire academy.

Suddenly, Mu Yang caught a glimpse of two blue-haired figures approaching. It was Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er.

"Good morning, Bing'er, Yue'er."

Mu Yang greeted the sisters.

"Good morning, Xiao Mu Yang. Huh? Why do you look even paler than yesterday?"

Shui Bing'er was about to respond when she noticed Mu Yang's slightly worse complexion compared to the day before. Concern filled her voice.

"Really? I think I've always looked like this."

Mu Yang shook his head.

In reality, there was a difference. Yesterday when they met, it was already noon, several hours after Mu Yang had finished using his ability to deduce cultivation methods in the morning, giving his spiritual energy time to recover.

But now, only an hour or so had passed since his morning deductions, so his condition naturally looked slightly worse. It wasn't very obvious, though.

If there was any time of day when Mu Yang's physical and mental state was at its peak, it was right before he began his evening deduction practice.

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