Chapter 17: You Geniuses of Spirit Hall Are Nothing Special
On the arena stage.
Wang Yu watched as Tang Hao charged at him with an unmatched, piercing momentum, swinging a pitch-black, brilliant giant hammer crackling with traces of lightning; his heart grew heavy with gravity.
He might not be able to withstand this strike.
But for the glory of Spirit Hall, he absolutely could not lose easily. Even if he were to lose, he had to ensure both sides suffered, only falling short by a narrow margin in the end.
With that thought, the second Soul Ring on his body lit up, and the Soul Power around him surged wildly.
"Second soul skill: Blazing Fire Armor."
At first listen, this Soul skills sounded like a purely defensive one, but it combined both defense and offense.
After using the Second soul skill, Wang Yu was covered in flames that formed a suit of armor; meanwhile, his attacks would carry burn and knockback effects.
Facing Tang Hao's incoming giant hammer, Wang Yu charged straight ahead, intending to block the Clear Sky Hammer with his own fists.
"Boom—!"
The sound of flames colliding with the giant hammer rang out. Under the influence of Wang Yu's Second soul skill, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was momentarily halted.
Seeing this, Tang Hao, holding the Clear Sky Hammer, glanced sideways at Wang Yu with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. It seemed this genius of Spirit Hall was not an incompetent person.
Since Wang Yu could block his Clear Sky Hammer for a moment, Tang Hao acknowledged his title as a genius.
However, there were still gaps between geniuses. At the same level, Tang Hao was confident he could crush any other opponent.
Veins bulged on Tang Hao's arms as he swung the Clear Sky Hammer with even greater force. Wang Yu felt a massive surge of power transmitting from his fists.
Combined with the fact that Tang Hao's hammer momentum was suppressing him at every moment, it didn't take long before he was sent flying backward by Tang Hao's giant hammer. He lay on the ground, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
The look Wang Yu directed at Tang Hao was full of resentment, but he was powerless. Tang Hao's combat strength was simply too formidable.
He felt that within the Great Soul Master Domain, there was no longer any genius who could defeat Tang Hao.
"I lose."
Then, Wang Yu stood up with a bitter smile. After saying those words, he walked off the arena stage in disappointment.
Seeing Tang Hao win against Wang Yu without even using his Second soul skill, the younger generation of Spirit Hall felt immense pressure.
This Tang Hao was a bit excessively strong.
On the other hand, the younger generation of the Clear Sky Sect was filled with joy and arrogance, as if saying, "This is our Clear Sky Sect's super genius. Impressive, right?"
After defeating Wang Yu, Tang Hao raised the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and pointed it at the younger generation of Spirit Hall below the stage.
"Is there anyone else at the same level who wants to fight me? You can come up one by one. I, Tang Hao, accept all challenges here. Let me see if the limit of Spirit Hall's younger generation is nothing more than this."
Having spoken, Tang Hao lowered his Clear Sky Hammer and stood in place, waiting for the next member of the younger generation to take the stage.
Faced with such an arrogant Tang Hao, and on their home turf at Spirit Hall no less, how could a group of hot-blooded young geniuses endure it?
"You with the surname Tang, you're too arrogant!"
"I will fight you."
A youth with a resolute appearance suddenly leaped onto the arena stage, staring at Tang Hao with fury.
"Fine, summon your Martial Soul. I want to see what skills you have."
Tang Hao once again raised the waist-high, giant black hammer beside him, his eyes erupting with battle intent.
Hearing this, the youth did not dally. Two Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, and a large saber stained with blood appeared in his hand.
The bloodstains were clearly not fresh; they were an inherent part of the saber itself.
"Li Ruifeng, Martial Soul: Dragon Blood Saber, Level 29 Great Soul Master."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ruifeng swung his large saber at Tang Hao. His saber technique was sharp, but his comprehension of the blade had not yet reached the realm of 'Momentum'.
Facing Tang Hao, who had already comprehended 'Momentum' and achieved some success in it, he was no match. He was suppressed by Tang Hao the entire time, having almost no power to resist.
Even after using two Martial Soul Abilities, he couldn't force out Tang Hao's second Soul skills; he only managed to make Tang Hao use his First Soul skills: Titans Hammer.
Ultimately, Li Ruifeng's fate was also to be crushed by Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer, falling directly off the arena stage.
After winning against two Spirit Hall geniuses in a row, Tang Hao's expression became even more smug. He no longer held the so-called geniuses of Spirit Hall in any regard.
When facing him, the geniuses of Spirit Hall couldn't even force out his Second soul skill; the gap between them was too large.
"Hahaha, you geniuses of Spirit Hall are nothing special."
"At the same level, two of you in a row weren't my match. Forget it, I'll give you a chance. You can let a genius at the Soul Elder level fight me."
"I'd like to see if your Spirit Hall's Soul Elder geniuses are also this mediocre, unable to even force out my Second soul skill."
Tang Hao's words completely trampled the dignity of Spirit Hall's younger generation into the ground, showing them no mercy whatsoever.
Not only that, the Clear Sky Sect disciples on the other side of the arena were even more arrogant, pointing directly at the Spirit Hall's younger generation and hurling insults.
"That's right, Tang Hao is correct. You geniuses of Spirit Hall are nothing special. Only your ancestors were glorious; by your generation, you're simply an embarrassment."
"If you're not ashamed, I'm ashamed for you."
As soon as the words fell, a handsome youth from the Spirit Hall's side shouted with anger in his eyes:
"Shut up!"
Then, he clenched his fists, looked at Tang Hao, and asked:
"My realm is at Soul Elder. Do you want to fight me?"
Although both he and Tang Hao were of the younger generation, he was two or three years older than Tang Hao and was already a Soul Elder.
He was challenging Tang Hao now because Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect were too arrogant and acted without any regard for others; otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to bully someone younger.
Facing the handsome youth's inquiry, the corners of Tang Hao's mouth curled up slightly. His eyes were full of confidence as he stood the Clear Sky Hammer in front of him.
"Yes, I'm not afraid of a Soul Elder either."
The moment Tang Hao finished speaking, the handsome youth no longer hesitated, and a pair of wings grew from his back.
In the next moment, his wings flapped against the air, and he soared up, landing on the arena stage to face Tang Hao.
"Peng Yuan, Martial Soul: Great Roc, Soul Power Level 35, is your opponent for this battle."
After speaking, three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose from beneath Peng Yuan's feet and circled around his body.
The two looked at each other, nodded, and then the battle began.
Peng Yuan was the first to fly into the high sky. His Martial Soul was the Great Roc, and only by fighting at high altitudes could he exert his maximum combat power.
Below, Tang Hao's expression turned a bit more serious when facing the Soul Elder-level Peng Yuan. After all, Peng Yuan's Soul Power level was six levels higher than his, and he had an extra Soul Ring.
Defeating such an opponent would not be an easy task for him either.
"First Soul skills: Wind Blade Raid."
Peng Yuan shouted as his first Soul Ring lit up. The wings on his back vibrated at high speed, shooting out multiple wind blades. They were extremely fast, carrying cutting and slowing effects as they attacked Tang Hao.
Seeing this, Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, crushing the incoming wind blades one by one.