Chapter 38: White-Crested Falcon Demon

It was a White-Crested Falcon Demon, a species rare among demon clans, known for its fast flight speed and great endurance in the air. Its combat power wasn't overwhelming, but its flying and scouting abilities were excellent. Its keen vision could catch the slightest changes from ten miles away, making it the best scout among the demons.

The White-Crested Falcon Demon was signaled to enter by higher-order demons, specifically to counter Tang San's agility.

Actual members of the Wind Wolf clan wouldn't fear the White-Crested Falcon Demon; they had extremely tough physiques and a very potent Wind Blade. However, Tang San was just a human; in the eyes of the demons, his slender physique made him fast, but he had to be significantly weaker in defense. Deploying the White-Crested Falcon Demon, which excelled in speed and observation skills, against him couldn't be more appropriate.

In other words, the demons mainly attributed the death of the previous Flash Leopard to its carelessness.

"Begin!"

At the command of the seventh-order Berserk Bear, the White-Crested Falcon Demon flapped its wings vigorously, soaring into the sky in the blink of an eye. Its eyes shimmered with a swirling white light as it activated its bloodline ability—the Falcon Eye, focusing intently on Tang San.

The whole world beneath its gaze slowed down, and every detail of that slow world lay bare.

Under the Falcon Eye of the White-Crested Falcon Demon, even the most subtle of Tang San’s muscle movements could be captured, down to the frequency of his trembling eyelashes.

Under its watchful eye, Tang San stood still, not charging forward but simply letting his arms hang naturally at his sides, his fingertips flickering with a green light.

The White-Crested Falcon Demon had already soared a hundred meters high. The next moment, it dove down rapidly. Its wings suddenly folded, and only the tips protruded slightly outward; by adjusting the angle of these tips, it could control the direction and speed of its dive.

This maneuverability in flight was its forte. It was always searching for Tang San's weaknesses, and the moment it identified one, its Falcon Eye would lock onto it, ensuring a decisive strike.

In its eyes, Tang San was already a dead man.

At that moment, Tang San finally moved, his toes pushing hard against the ground as he swiftly charged towards the collision zone. Simultaneously, he lifted his head to look at the White-Crested Falcon Demon in the air.

Their eyes met, and he saw the white light in the eyes of the White-Crested Falcon Demon.

At the same time, the demon saw a hint of purple in Tang San's eyes.

That faint shade of purple, fleeting as it was, caused the White-Crested Falcon Demon to experience a momentary blankness, as if something had struck its soul, plunging it into a brief state of confusion.

Almost immediately after entering the collision zone, Tang San sprang up, swinging his arms. He flung two wind blades from his hands, aiming straight at the White-Crested Falcon Demon in the sky.

The momentary daze of the White-Crested Falcon Demon was just that, momentary, but the imprint of those purple eyes remained etched in its mind.

As it regained a bit of clarity, the sharp wind blades, accompanied by a silent green glow, were already upon it.

True to its reputation as the demon clan best at dodging, the White-Crested Falcon Demon swiftly twisted in midair, narrowly avoiding the two approaching wind blades. Its talons sprang out and its wings flared wide to control its descent.

It was only then that it noticed the other two wind blades coming at it.

That momentary daze had cost it the tactical advantage. Startled, it stretched its talons to grab the wind blades, thinking of ascending again afterward.

But since Tang San had already unleashed his Purple Extreme Demon Eye, he wouldn't grant it such an opportunity again.

The two wind blades that had missed their target in the air quietly circled back, approaching from behind, while the two blades about to be caught by the talons exploded.

The two wind blades split into four, accelerating instantly and slashing across the slender body of the White-Crested Falcon Demon.

Although its feathers helped block the attack, everyone participating was at the fourth order, and among its peers, the White-Crested Falcon was by far not famous for its defense. The sharpness of the wind blades was not that easily resisted, and blood burst out instantly.

The two blades that had circled back also ruthlessly slashed the White-Crested Falcon Demon's back, eliciting a scream as it plummeted toward the ground.

Tang San, leaping into the air, reached out with both hands; one grasped the slender neck of the White-Crested Falcon Demon, and the other its chest. Twirling in mid-air, he flung the demon away.

With a thud, the White-Crested Falcon Demon hit the ground, blood flowing from a number of deep cuts. It had been knocked unconscious by the fall.

Tang San took a deep breath, landing steadily in the collision zone.

Three consecutive victories!

What’s going to happen in the third round if the first victory was luck and the second was finding a weakness?

The way the demons on-site looked at this human vassal began to change. Since when could a human vassal possess such combat experience and capabilities?

The White-Crested Falcon Demon had been explicitly chosen to counter him, yet it had failed miserably, unable to dodge the wind blades.

All the demons saw was the White-Crested Falcon Demon's mistake, but they didn't understand the reason behind it.

The seventh-order Berserk Bear frowned as it watched Tang San quietly walk to the side of the arena, preparing for the next match. Even so, it didn’t even bat an eye as it called out to the stands.

"Next."

Rules are rules, and although the demon clans lived by the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, and the supremacy of strength, they also had their hierarchy and rules, especially in the central city.

Thus, even though Tang San was just a vassal, in this Collision Tournament, the demon clans who wanted to deal with him could only do so according to the rules. They could not gang up on him, and they could not send higher-order members to bully him.

Just a mere transformation into an ordinary Wind Wolf, yet he possesses such combat skills and luck?

Tang San's fourth opponent had already entered the arena—the one he had been supposed to face in the previous match. After the White-Crested Falcon Demon's defeat, the order of opponents continued as scheduled.

This opponent was a deer demon. It had large, forked antlers atop its head and a muscular build. Unlike most demons, its gaze lacked ferocity, instead emanating peace and calm.

As it watched Tang San, a faint glimmer twinkled deep within its eyes. Its coat was quite peculiar: a pale blue dotted with tufts of white.

Tang San's mind stirred.

Is this... the Aetherhorn Deer Demon?

Tang San recalled what Wang Yanfeng had detailed about this type of deer demon. They were truly unique; blue fur was extremely rare among demonkind as a whole, and even more so among deer demons.

Deer demons were numerous, a mid-level race among demons. The Aetherhorn Deer Demons weren't royalty of their kind, and neither were they particularly strong. However, their innate abilities were quite extraordinary.

Their innate ability was known as the Discerning Heart's Gaze. Just like the name suggested, it was an incredible perception ability.

The Discerning Heart's Gaze could see many things invisible to other races. They could even sense fortune, misfortune, and the presence of treasures, which meant that this ability was much less connected to eyesight than it was to an extremely high spiritual power.

The Aetherhorn metal, used to create aetherhorn coins, had been discovered by the Aetherhorn Deer Demon clan. The most significant benefit of these coins was that carrying them helped maintain mental focus and enhanced cultivation. After the Aetherhorn Deer Demons discovered this metal, it had been later minted into coins named after them.

Thus, even though Aetherhorn Deer Demons were few in number, their status among demonkind actually surpassed deer demons' royal lineage. They were also not particularly strong in combat, yet they were warmly welcomed into any demon clan. Many prominent demon families included members of the Aetherhorn Deer Demon lineage.