Chapter 189: Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer
"What do you know?" Tang San's voice turned cold, his gaze sharp like a blade.
"What do I know about what?" Feng Xiaotian replied, confused by the question.
Tang San stared at him intensely, searching for a hint of truth in his expression. Then, his lips curled into a chilling smile.
No matter what Feng Xiaotian knew—he could not be allowed to speak.
Anything related to the Blood Demon Ritual could not, under any circumstance, be exposed.
Even the slightest chance of that happening was unacceptable.
Better to kill by mistake than allow a leak!
"No matter what you know," Tang San said icily, "if you won't talk, I'll just have to make you shut up."
Murderous intent flashed openly in his eyes.
Feng Xiaotian sensed the danger, his expression hardening as he prepared for battle.
Fire Dance and Fire Unparalleled, standing nearby, also felt something strange in the air.
The referee entered the stage, announced the start of the match, and both sides released their martial souls.
Following their plan, Fire Dance and Fire Unparalleled ignited their flames, rushing toward Tang San to pin him down.
But Tang San's expression twisted into a cruel grin. The dark red Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet vanished—along with the five spirit rings around his body.
In the next instant, under the stunned eyes of the entire audience, a black hammer appeared in Tang San's grasp.
Five pitch-black rings rose from beneath him.
All five were ten-thousand-year rings!
The arena, which had been roaring with noise moments ago, fell silent—frozen as though time itself had stopped.
Tang San had finally revealed his second martial soul—the Clear Sky Hammer.
Though his hammer's spirit rings had only barely reached the ten-thousand-year level, each one radiated immense power. Between thousand-year and ten-thousand-year rings lay a gulf as deep as heaven and earth.
The color black—ten thousand years. This was the hallmark of a true high-level spirit master.
"You're… a twin martial soul user?" Feng Xiaotian said, his voice tight, his face draining of color.
Tang San smirked without answering. His fourth black ring blazed with light.
The hammer in his hand flared with darkness as he swung it forward, roaring toward Fire Dance and Fire Unparalleled.
Under Yu Xiaogang's instruction, Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer path focused purely on raw physical power. Each of his spirit rings enhanced his strength, their effects compounding with every layer.
Stacked together, they multiplied Tang San's power to monstrous levels.
And to prevent speed-type opponents from evading him, he had acquired a new skill similar to Zhao Wuji's—an attack technique that increased accuracy and lock-on capability.
However, against Fire Dance and Fire Unparalleled, he didn't even need to use that. Nor did he activate any of his pure strength buffs or tracking-based techniques.
He chose instead his fourth skill—a wide-ranging, semi-controlling, offensive spirit ability.
Swinging the Clear Sky Hammer in a circular motion, Tang San spun it into a crimson vortex infused with a dark, corrupt aura—the result of the ritual's lingering influence.
"Slaughter Storm!" Tang San bellowed.
A blood-red hurricane erupted around him, tearing through the air as it swirled violently toward Fire Dance and Fire Unparalleled.
Under the taint of the evil energy, the storm carried not only immense force and suction but a sinister, corrosive power as well.
Caught completely off-guard, Fire Dance and Fire Unparalleled were swept into the air, thrown helplessly.
The entire arena stared in stunned silence at the raw destructiveness Tang San had displayed.
With the Clear Sky Hammer in hand, his full power was now visible for all to see.
Twin martial souls—and five ten-thousand-year rings on the second one! An overwhelming presence that left even veterans gaping.
In the VIP stands, Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened in shock.
He had long known Tang San possessed twin martial souls, yet this revelation stunned him nonetheless.
The Clear Sky Hammer already had rings attached?
Every twin martial soul expert knew that the proper approach was to first cultivate the primary spirit to Title Douluo level—only then should the secondary spirit receive spirit rings.
That was the only way to draw out the twin martial soul's true potential.
For Tang San to prematurely place rings on the hammer was sheer wastefulness.
Even if all five were ten-thousand-year rings, there were vast differences between them.
A ten-thousand-year ring and a fifty-thousand-year ring were worlds apart—far more so than the gap between a one-thousand and five-thousand-year ring.
Other elders in the stands recovered from their initial shock, their excitement turning into regret.
Their gazes shifted toward Shrek Academy's viewing stand, their expressions complicated.
Clearly, Shrek's mentor had gravely misled his student.
Yu Xiaogang felt their collective stares, his face darkening.
He knew exactly what everyone was thinking. But attaching rings to the Clear Sky Hammer hadn't been his idea—it had been Tang San's insistence.
There was nothing he could say to defend himself. Frowning deeply, he could only endure in silence.
Back on the arena floor, within the howling black-and-red hurricane, Fire Dance and Fire Unparalleled were hurled violently from the ring.
Had they known Tang San's true power earlier, they might have been able to resist a little longer. But caught unprepared, a moment's hesitation sealed their defeat.
Feng Xiaotian stared in disbelief.
The battle had shifted completely in an instant.
With Fire Dance and Fire Unparalleled eliminated, Godwind Academy's defeat was all but certain.
But when he saw the two lying injured beyond the stage, fury drowned out reason.
It was déjà vu—back in the qualifiers, it had been Tang San who struck down Fire Dance.
And now—again.
The girl he cared for most continued to be hurt in front of him, again and again, by the same opponent.
"Tang San!" Feng Xiaotian roared in rage, his blue wings flaring as he launched himself toward Tang San.
His body exploded with energy as he activated his self-created technique: Gale Demon Wolf's Thirty-Six Consecutive Strikes—his most powerful offensive art, performed countless times throughout the competition.
Tang San's eyes hardened as his expression turned serious.
The attack's power was worthy of respect; at its peak, it rivaled a Soul King's might, matching his own strength.
But Tang San didn't falter.
If he were using Blue Silver Grass, perhaps he'd worry. But now, he wielded the Clear Sky Hammer—the world's number one weapon-type martial soul.
And he had mastered the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.
The dark hammer clashed against Feng Xiaotian's twin wind blades, sending shockwaves rippling through the arena.
Both warriors built rhythm, their power compounding with each strike.
Feng Xiaotian's flurry reached its peak—the thirty-sixth slash—and yet he still could not overpower Tang San's relentless hammer strikes.
By then, Tang San's Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique had already surpassed forty swings!
Gritting his teeth, Feng Xiaotian's eyes turned bloodshot. Fueled by desperation, he forced his technique through the limits—thirty-seven, thirty-eight… all the way to forty-eight!
He had broken through physically and mentally, but it wasn't enough.
Dark red light flared violently as Tang San's hammer howled with colossal force.
In one final, devastating blow, the Clear Sky Hammer's power exploded outward—slamming directly into Feng Xiaotian.
(END CHAPTER)
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