Chapter 17: Your Spirit Hall Geniuses Are Nothing Special
On the arena stage.
Wang Yu looked at Tang Hao charging toward him with an unstoppable, razor-sharp aura, swinging a pitch-black, gleaming giant hammer crackling faintly with lightning. His heart grew heavy.
He might not be able to block this attack.
But for the honor of Spirit Hall, he absolutely could not lose so easily. Even if he lost, he would drag the fight into mutual damage and only fall slightly behind in the end.
With that thought, his second soul ring lit up, and the soul power around his body surged wildly.
"Second soul skill: Blazing Flame Armor."
At first glance, this seemed like a purely defensive soul skill, but in reality, it combined both offense and defense.
After activating it, flames covered Wang Yu's body, forming a suit of armor. At the same time, his attacks gained burning and knockback effects.
Facing Tang Hao's incoming hammer, Wang Yu charged forward directly, intending to block the Clear Sky Hammer with his fists.
"Boom—!"
The sound of flames colliding with the giant hammer rang out. Under Wang Yu's second soul skill, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was temporarily halted.
Seeing this, Tang Hao, holding the Clear Sky Hammer, slightly turned his gaze toward Wang Yu. A hint of approval appeared in his eyes. It seemed that this Spirit Hall genius was not incompetent after all.
For Wang Yu to block his hammer even briefly, Tang Hao acknowledged his status as a genius.
However, there were differences even among geniuses. At the same level, Tang Hao was confident he could crush all opponents.
Veins bulged on Tang Hao's arm as he exerted more force, swinging the Clear Sky Hammer harder. Wang Yu immediately felt a tremendous force transmitted through his fists.
Coupled with the hammer's momentum constantly suppressing him, he could not hold on for long. He was smashed away by Tang Hao's hammer, sent flying backward and crashing to the ground, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Wang Yu looked at Tang Hao with unwillingness in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do. Tang Hao's combat strength was simply too overwhelming.
He felt that within the Soul Grandmaster realm, no genius could defeat Tang Hao.
"I lost."
Wang Yu stood up, revealing a bitter smile. After speaking, he walked off the arena in disappointment.
Seeing that Tang Hao had defeated Wang Yu without even using his second soul skill, the younger generation of Spirit Hall felt immense pressure.
This Tang Hao was excessively strong.
On the other side, the younger generation of the Clear Sky Sect wore expressions of delight, their faces filled with pride, as if saying: This is our Clear Sky Sect's super genius. Impressive, isn't he?
After defeating Wang Yu, Tang Hao raised the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and pointed it toward the Spirit Hall's younger generation below the arena.
"Who else at the same level wants to fight me? You can come up one by one. I, Tang Hao, will accept them all. Let me see the limits of your Spirit Hall's younger generation or if this is all you've got."
After speaking, Tang Hao lowered the Clear Sky Hammer and stood in place, waiting for the next challenger.
Faced with such arrogance, and on their own home ground no less, how could the hot-blooded young geniuses of Spirit Hall endure it?
"Surnamed Tang, you're too arrogant!"
"I'll fight you."
A resolute-looking youth leapt onto the arena, glaring at Tang Hao.
"Good. Summon your martial soul. Let me see what you're capable of."
Tang Hao raised the massive pitch-black hammer beside him once more, battle intent bursting from his eyes.
Hearing this, the youth wasted no time. Two soul rings slowly rose beneath his feet, and a blood-stained great blade appeared in his hand.
The bloodstains were clearly not freshly applied but inherent to the blade itself.
"Li Ruifeng, Martial Soul: Dragon Blood Blade, rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ruifeng swung his blade at Tang Hao. His technique was fierce, but his comprehension of the blade had not yet reached the level of "momentum."
Facing Tang Hao, who had already grasped momentum and achieved some mastery, he was no match. He was completely suppressed and barely able to resist.
Even after using two soul skills, he could not force out Tang Hao's second soul skill, only making him use his first soul skill, Titan Hammer.
In the end, Li Ruifeng met the same fate, defeated by Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer and knocked straight out of the arena.
After winning two consecutive battles against Spirit Hall geniuses, Tang Hao grew even more smug, no longer placing Spirit Hall's so-called geniuses in his eyes.
Spirit Hall's geniuses, when facing him, could not even force him to use his second soul skill. The gap between them was far too great.
"Hahaha, you Spirit Hall geniuses are nothing special."
"At the same level, even two in a row couldn't beat me. Forget it, I'll give you a chance. You can send a Soul Elder-level genius to fight me."
"I'd like to see whether your Spirit Hall's Soul Elder geniuses are just as mediocre, unable to even force out my second soul skill."
Tang Hao's words completely trampled on the dignity of Spirit Hall's younger generation, leaving them no face at all.
Not only that, but the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect on the other side became even more arrogant, directly pointing at Spirit Hall's younger generation and mocking them.
"That's right, Tang Hao is correct. Your Spirit Hall geniuses are nothing special. Your ancestors may have been glorious, but your generation is simply a disgrace."
"You should be ashamed. I'm embarrassed for you."
As soon as these words fell from the Spirit Hall side, a handsome youth revealed an expression of anger and shouted:
"Shut up!"
Immediately afterward, he clenched his fists, looked toward Tang Hao, and asked:
"My cultivation is at the Soul Elder level. Will you fight me?"
Although both he and Tang Hao belonged to the younger generation, he was two to three years older and had already reached the Soul Elder rank.
He challenged Tang Hao only because Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect were far too arrogant, showing no restraint. Otherwise, he would not have wanted to bully someone younger.
Facing the handsome youth's question, Tang Hao's lips curled slightly upward, his eyes filled with confidence as he planted the Clear Sky Hammer before him.
"Yes. Even against a Soul Elder, I have no fear."
The moment Tang Hao finished speaking, the handsome youth no longer hesitated. A pair of wings sprouted from his back.
In the next instant, he flapped his wings and soared into the air, arriving above the arena to face Tang Hao.
"Peng Yuan, Martial Soul: Great Roc, soul power rank thirty-five. I will be your opponent in this battle."
After speaking, three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose beneath Peng Yuan's feet and circled around his body.
The two looked at each other, nodded, and began the fight.
Peng Yuan took the initiative, flying into the sky. His martial soul was the Great Roc, and only by fighting in the air could he unleash his maximum strength.
Below, Tang Hao's expression grew more serious when facing Peng Yuan, who was at the Soul Elder level. After all, Peng Yuan's soul power was six levels higher, and he also had one more soul ring.
Defeating such an opponent would not be easy for him.
"First soul skill: Wind Blade Assault."
Peng Yuan shouted as his first soul ring lit up. His wings vibrated at high speed, shooting out multiple wind blades. They were extremely fast and carried cutting and slowing effects as they flew toward Tang Hao.
Seeing this, Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer, smashing each incoming wind blade one by one.
End of Chapter