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Perhaps the only difference is speed; Mu Ci is slightly slower.
But there was no time to think about these things. After the twenty strikes, Feng Xiaotian was already caught up in the momentum and could only continue attacking, unable to stop.
With each strike, Mu Ci's fist force arrived as expected.
Collision, takeoff! Collision again, takeoff again!
The twenty-fourth strike!
This was Feng Xiaotian's most powerful strike, the flying winged demonic wolf now almost tangible, roaring towards the sky.
It crashed down with a final, devastating blow.
As the demonic wolf swooped down, Mu Ci did not throw a punch as before, but instead conjured a ferocious spear three or four meters long in his right hand.
He lunged forward, extended his arms, and hurled the spear in his right hand.
The dark gold spear shot straight at the wolf's head like a bolt of lightning.
With the combined power of physique, soul power, and soul skills, this attack is comparable to the fifth soul skill of a Soul King.
But don't forget, the spear is just a creation of soul power. As long as Mu Ci wants, he can keep throwing javelins at the target until his soul power is exhausted.
The two attacks collided with each other, producing a deafening roar.
Unfortunately, Feng Xiaotian was still only a three-ring Soul Master. Even if he stacked up the Gale Wolf Slashes many times, there was still a limit.
Under the attack of a Soul King, the Gale Two-Headed Wolf let out a mournful howl and dissipated into specks of soul power.
Feng Xiaotian was powerless to stop himself from falling from the sky, and his martial soul possession was forcibly dispelled.
At the same time, the spear's attack also suddenly exploded into a ball of golden soul power and vanished without a trace.
Since it's just a friendly sparring match, and they're not going all out, there's no chance of losing control of their soul skills.
Mu Ci sighed and shook his head, disarming himself. Vines spread from his feet, forming a net on the ground to catch Feng Xiaotian as he fell.
Although it wasn't quite as satisfying as he'd hoped, Mu Ci was still quite pleased with his current state of combat.
No wonder those monstrous creatures like to fight like this; it's terrifying to think about an unkillable monster exchanging blood with an enemy.
It has good crowd control, is tanky, and can deal damage.
Moreover, this world does not yet have the Immortal Boat Alliance, nor the Great Victory General, nor the Supreme Sword Master who wields the moonlight as his sword.
Upon thinking of Jing Liu, Mu Ci was startled.
There really is a white-haired mature woman in this world who wields an ice sword.
He quickly shook his head.
He's a wanderer, not a monster, why should he think about these things? Besides, although the two are very similar.
An immortal being, a white-haired woman, a mature woman, and her best friends.
However, their strengths are worlds apart.
Mu Ci's thoughts returned, and at the same time, the first spirit ring under his feet began to light up. A blue wheat ear appeared in Mu Ci's hand. With a wave of his hand, countless emerald green fluorescent lights enveloped Feng Xiaotian's entire body.
With the support of the third-tier Destiny Power, his current healing effects are already comparable to those of a seven-ring, nine-star Begonia Soul Master.
However, in order to avoid drawing too much attention, he still planned to treat Feng Xiaotian with an effect of around the fifth ring level.
In less than thirty breaths, the terrifying bloodstains on Feng Xiaotian's body had completely healed, leaving only the still-dry blood slowly flowing on his skin.
Lying on the tree net, Feng Xiaotian clenched his fists in a daze. Apart from the empty soul power in his body, he could not feel any pain at all.
Mu Ci stood to the side and said with a smile, "Brother Feng, now that you're all better, come down."
"It's time for us to leave the Soul Arena."
Chapter 35 Reminding Feng Xiaotian
Mu Ci and Feng Xiaotian walked side by side toward the group.
As he walked, Feng Xiaotian thought about the last few clashes and asked with some curiosity:
"Brother Mu Ci, was your final form a self-created soul skill?"
The main reason is that it doesn't look like a normal soul skill. He can understand a top-level plant-type martial soul having a healing-type support soul skill.
Plant-type martial souls that generally do not possess elemental attributes are mostly known for their strong vitality, so it is not surprising that they possess such a soul skill.
However, the final heavy armor form was far beyond his knowledge as a Soul Master.
This forced Feng Xiaotian to consider creating his own soul skills.
Mu Ci looked at Feng Xiaotian, who had a curious expression on his face, nodded, then shook his head and said:
"My armor form is at most a combination of soul skills, which is actually similar to your Gale Wolf Combo Slash."
"They are all combinations that utilize the characteristics of soul skills, and at most they can be considered as half of a self-created soul skill."
Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian's tone was somewhat downcast, and he looked at Mu Ci with a complicated expression, asking:
"So in your eyes, something like this can only be considered half a self-created soul skill?"
Mu Ci looked at Feng Xiaotian seriously and said, "Yes, you and I can only be considered half."
"In my understanding, a true self-created soul skill is one that achieves the same effect as a soul skill by relying solely on the characteristics of the martial soul, without using any other soul skill."
"Furthermore, only those martial souls of the same type that can be learned and inherited by oneself can be called a complete self-created soul skill."
"Can your Gale Wolf Combo Slash be used by a different Gale Wolf Martial Soul Master?"
After listening to Mu Ci's insights, Feng Xiaotian fell silent.
He stepped off the ring.
Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er quickly stepped forward, their beautiful eyes scrutinizing Mu Ci from head to toe.
"Are you okay?"
The little stars in Shuiyue'er's blue eyes were almost overflowing as she followed behind, and her little hands unconsciously reached out to touch Muci's body.
Upon noticing this, Shui Bing'er immediately slapped down the small hand that was reaching out from behind her.
"Moon! What are you doing!"
Shui Bing'er's words carried an inexplicable emotion as she glanced at Shui Yue'er, who was covering her hands and looking aggrieved.
Hearing this, Shuiyue'er said somewhat awkwardly, "I was just checking on my brother-in-law to see if there was anything wrong with his health."
Upon hearing this, everyone present gave her a strange look, as if to say, "I don't believe you for a second."
Seeing the girls' gazes, Mu Ci reached out and patted her slightly torn green school uniform, saying somewhat awkwardly:
"I'm fine. Don't forget I'm a support-type Soul Master."
Feng Xiaotian glanced at Huo Wu silently in the crowd, only to find that she wasn't even looking at him. He felt a little disappointed, but also as if he had let go of something.
He sighed inwardly, then looked at Mu Ci with renewed vigor and said, "Brother Mu Ci, I understand what you've said. How do you think I should improve my self-created soul skill?"
Feng Xiaotian's question also drew everyone's attention.
Everyone present watched the entire battle from beginning to end.
Whether it was Feng Xiaotian's Gale Wolf Slash or Mu Ci's special form after using his ten-thousand-year soul skill, both drew countless people's attention and amazement.
Upon hearing this, Mu Ci frowned slightly and looked at Feng Xiaotian, saying, "Brother Feng, I think you've got things backwards."
“I believe your elders have also advised you to pay more attention to cultivation, but judging from your current level of cultivation, it’s clear that you haven’t listened to them.”
Mu Ci paused for a moment, then looked at Feng Xiaotian, who had fallen silent again, and continued:
"You didn't take the golden time for training before you turned twenty seriously."
“I’m not your elder, so it probably doesn’t sound very nice to say these things; it might sound a bit preachy.”
"But in terms of today's battle between us, if you had focused your time on cultivation, you would definitely be a high-level Soul Master by now, and you might even be a Soul King."
"In that case, the outcome of today's match is uncertain."
"As for your idea of creating your own soul skills, why not wait until you become a Soul Saint? It's not too late to think about this when you only gain one level of soul power every year or two."
Just as Mu Ci finished speaking, a cheerful young male voice rang out from behind the crowd, accompanied by a series of applause.
"well said!"
At this moment, Xue Qinghe strode over from the audience with more than a dozen deans.
Whether it was the conversation on the arena or the words just spoken, these people, with their cultivation levels, heard everything clearly, and everyone looked at Mu Ci with expressions of agreement.
The period of rapid soul power growth in the early stages should be used for cultivation. If you are interested in creating your own soul skills, you can consider it later.
"Brother Mu Ci, I didn't expect you to have such an understanding of cultivation at such a young age. You are truly remarkable."
Xue Qinghe's appreciation for Mu Ci grew stronger. He really liked this genius who was both talented and had his own insights.
If I could subdue him, it would be of great help to me, both in the Heaven Dou Empire and when I return to the Spirit Hall in the future.
"Your Highness is too kind. These are just things taught in the academy. It's just that Captain Feng Xiaotian hasn't figured them out yet."
Mu Ci felt a little embarrassed when she saw all these big shots had arrived.
Then he looked at his grandfather, Mu Changsheng, and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at his grandson.
With a slight movement of his lips, he transmitted his voice: "Don't worry about the spirit rings. Bishop Salas has already explained. This spirit battle was very well fought, but those last few moves didn't seem like those of a control-type spirit master."
Mu Ci was a little embarrassed about this, but the hard-hitting, flesh-and-blood clashes really made his blood boil.
The power of abundance grants him unparalleled regenerative abilities; it would be unreasonable not to whittle down his health against the opponent.
As for becoming a mage later on, that would be too boring.
He can act as a war maniac at the front without affecting his control over the battlefield.
"This is not an overstatement. With Brother Mu Ci's current cultivation level, even going back five hundred years, no one could compare to you at the age of twelve or thirteen."
Xue Qinghe was genuinely happy for Mu Ci, but inwardly she felt a pang of envy, thinking, 'If it weren't for this mission, I probably could have surpassed him at this age.'
Thinking of this, Xue Qinghe felt somewhat depressed.
But in just a moment, Xue Qinghe adjusted his mindset and smiled at Mu Ci, saying:
"Brother Mu Ci, please don't call me Your Highness anymore. It's too formal. Just call me Brother Xue."