Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun had fused into the Hell White Tiger, granting it perception and judgment far beyond what either of them possessed alone.
When Tang San brought down a hammer containing all his gathered strength and a devastating momentum, they were not intimidated by its seemingly unstoppable force.
"A level-thirty-eight Soul Elder's momentum shouldn't be this absurdly fierce, should it?"
A trace of doubt flashed through Dai Weisi's mind.
This defied common sense!
The Clear Sky Hammer was indeed powerful, but the absolute gap in Soul Power Level was a chasm.
Even if they could withstand this hammer, their Hell White Tiger would inevitably be injured. That would put them at a disadvantage in the matches to come.
In the split second between lightning and flint, their battle instincts led them to make the most rational choice—and the one that left Tang San most unprepared.
The enormous Hell White Tiger did not, as Tang San had expected, crush him head-on with absolute strength. Instead, all four legs suddenly drove against the ground, and it lightly leaped backward with agility completely at odds with its size!
BOOM--!!!
The pitch-black Clear Sky giant hammer, carrying the force to shatter mountains and split the earth, slammed down onto the granite floor where the Hell White Tiger had stood a moment before.
The terrifying loud noise was deafening. Even reinforced by Soul Tools, the hard arena floor was smashed into a huge crater. Spiderweb-like cracks spread several meters, stone fragments shot everywhere, and smoke and dust billowed.
Yet the hammer had missed.
Tang San's pupils abruptly contracted. Still frozen in the posture of smashing the hammer into the ground, his face was filled with shock and disbelief.
Why? Why had they dodged?!
According to his calculations and instincts, Dai Weisi and Zhu