Everyone was stunned.
"What's the use of that?
He doesn't have any soul power now. Even if he forcibly controls it, he still has no chance of winning after a few seconds. "
Ning Rongrong was already captivated by the battle. She furrowed her brow as she spoke.
She wasn't the only one. Everyone who was watching the battle had the same thought.
Popetiff had paid the price of being injured to forcibly control the Bone Douluo and the golden skeleton. However, he had no soul power left. He couldn't win either. He couldn't attack at all.
This thought flashed through the minds of the crowd.
However, in the next moment …
Wang Feng's torso soul bone suddenly lit up, and countless blood-red threads suddenly appeared behind his back. They quickly wrapped around the frozen Bone Douluo's body.
In the next instant, the blood threads lit up. It was as if they were absorbing energy. They shone brightly.
At the same time, Wang Feng's aura started to soar!
Seeing this, everyone at the scene was stunned!
"Hundred thousand year soul bone's second soul skill: Siphon!"
Countless soul power was sucked out of the Bone Douluo's body by the blood-vessel-like threads!
That's right!
This was the second soul skill of Wang Feng's hundred thousand year soul bone that he had never used before!
This soul skill could only be used effectively when the opponent was in a spirit-sealed state, where they couldn't resist!
It could absorb his opponent's soul power!
However, it could also be interrupted. It could only be used when his opponent didn't have any other tricks up his sleeve.
Wang Feng had been hiding it until now. Sometimes, it was because he didn't have a chance to use it. Other times, it was because it was useless.
The main reason was that Wang Feng had sufficient soul power. He rarely ran out of soul power …
Right now, this soul skill could unleash its power!
At a speed visible to the naked eye, Wang Feng's aura began to skyrocket, and the injuries on his body healed even faster!
The injuries that he had sustained earlier were almost completely healed!
After a few seconds, the ice shattered.
The Bone Douluo's face turned pale. He looked at Wang Feng in astonishment.
He felt that almost twenty percent of his soul power had been sucked away!
It didn't seem like much, but he was a Rank 95 Titled Douluo!
Right now, the Bone Douluo couldn't say a complete sentence as he looked at Wang Feng, who was recovering slightly.
He wasn't the only one. Everyone on Hu Liena's side was stunned too.
Who would have thought that Lord Popetiff would have such a soul skill?
From the looks of it, it seemed to be another soul skill of the soul bone!
It could be said to be a comeback!
"Let's call it a draw."
However, Wang Feng did not make a move. He only uttered three words quietly.
These three words were so similar.
The Bone Douluo's expression was rather grim.
If they continued fighting like this, the other party wouldn't be able to hurt him, but it would be impossible for him to defeat the other party in a short period of time.
It wasn't a battle of life and death.
His opponent's two soul skills were simply too powerful.
A powerful crowd control skill, coupled with a soul power absorption skill, could be said to be a perfect combination!
In the end, if they continued fighting, both sides would suffer.
Moreover, he couldn't unleash his Martial Soul True Body. Otherwise, his battle prowess would be greatly reduced if he was hit by his opponent's rainbow divine light.
If he didn't use his Martial Soul True Body, the rainbow divine light wouldn't be able to reach him.
After thinking for a long while, the Bone Douluo heaved a faint sigh and nodded.
Seeing this, many of the spectators fell silent.
Wang Fengxin nodded slightly. It was enough for him to be able to fully master the Seven Killings Sword Technique from the Bone Douluo.
Of course, he couldn't lose.
If he, the White-Clothed Popetiff, lost, his reputation in the Martial Soul Hall would be greatly affected.
This was naturally disadvantageous for him.
However, it wasn't very realistic for him to defeat the Sword Douluo and the Bone Douluo consecutively. Furthermore, it would easily arouse the Martial Soul Hall's suspicion.
The combined strength of the two of them was even stronger than the Golden Alligator Douluo. If he could suddenly defeat both of them, it would be too fake. The Bibidon might even suspect something.
Therefore, a draw was the perfect choice.
Being able to draw with two Titled Douluo consecutively from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was enough to shock the entire continent.
The Bone Douluo walked back from the plaza. He looked at Ning Fengzhi with an apologetic gaze.
"Fengzhi, I'm sorry."
Ning Fengzhi regained his senses and shook his head. However, his gaze became even more serious.
"That soul skill of his should be a soul skill from his soul bone. His soul bone should also be a hundred-thousand-year soul bone."
The Sword Douluo lowered his voice and said, "This person is very scheming. He has been hiding his strength all this time.
He came to seek advice from me and comprehended the Seven Killing Swordsmanship from me. Then, he used you as a test stone to practice his swordsmanship to the point of perfection. He was completely making use of the both of us. In the end, he still had a firm grasp of the situation … "
"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring, a hundred-thousand-year soul bone, a multitude of tricks, a mysterious martial soul, and a peerless comprehension ability … all of these allowed him to achieve such results!"
The Sword Douluo heaved a long sigh and said, "If I had known earlier, I would have used the Seven Killings Swordplay from the start and defeated him directly …"
Although he said that, the Sword Douluo only shook his head.
He didn't know his opponent's strength, just like how Wang Feng didn't know that the Sword Douluo had the Seven Killings Swordplay.
"The Martial Soul Hall actually produced such a freakish Popetiff …"
Ning Fengzhi's voice was also a little low. "I really don't know what will happen to the continent in the future …"
The two Titled Douluo fell silent.
At this moment.
On the other side, Hu Liena and the others were looking at Wang Feng with admiration.
He's too strong!
"Look, sister, I told you. Lord Popetiff has great foresight. He's already prepared!"
Evil Moon chuckled.
Hu Liena didn't answer him. Her eyes were fixed on the white figure in front of her. It seemed like she couldn't see anyone else.
"Lord Popetiff is really too strong," Yan said sincerely.
"In our Martial Soul Hall, only the second reverend can defeat the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo in a battle of attrition.
Lord Popetiff deserves his position as the Third Consecrator! "
"After today's battle, Lord Popetiff's name will truly resound throughout the continent!"
Thomas nodded silently. He had seen everything clearly. When he returned, he would report to the entire Martial Soul Hall.
Wang Feng walked towards Ning Fengzhi and said,
"In today's battle, the two Titled Douluo from your sect are very strong.
However, the next time we meet, it won't be a draw. "
His tone was calm. It seemed like he wasn't happy about this result.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes narrowed. He snorted and didn't answer.
"Next time, it won't be a draw." The Bone Douluo snorted.
The Sword Douluo didn't say anything. He just stared at Wang Feng.
He sighed in his heart. How good would it be if this person was his descendant?
The Seven Killings Sword Martial Soul would definitely be able to shine brightly in his hands!
It might even be comparable to the number one tool martial soul on the continent, the Clear Sky Hammer!
This was a genius who could learn his Seven Killings Swordplay and comprehend the Seven Killings Sword Qi and sword intent in one battle.