Your Hammer Is Interesting

The pressure of a Soul Elder swept through the entire inn like a tidal wave.

The ordinary people inside the inn were crushed by that imposing aura until they could barely breathe, their faces turning pale.

The waiter's legs gave out, and he collapsed straight to the floor.

The middle-aged man was the elder of those noble youths and one of the local powers in this town—Lei Bao.

Seeing his nephews beaten so miserably, the fury in his heart had long since reached its peak.

"Let me ask one more time. Who did this?!"

Lei Bao's gaze swept across the inn like that of a hawk.

The two youths on the ground who could still speak trembled as they pointed at Tang San.

"Un... Uncle Bao... It... it was him..."

Lei Bao's gaze instantly locked onto Tang San.

When he saw that Tang San was merely a boy of around ten, he froze for a moment.

Then an even fiercer killing intent burst from his eyes.

"A mere brat dares lay hands on members of my Lei Family?"

"I don't care what force stands behind you. Today, you must give me an explanation!"

He strode toward Tang San step by step.

With every step, his aura grew stronger.

Fine cracks even appeared in the ground beneath his feet.

Tang San slowly rose and shielded Xiao Wu behind him.

As he looked at the Soul Elder before him, his expression was more solemn than ever.

Level thirty-five.

This was no longer an opponent he could easily handle with Blue Silver Grass.

The gap in their levels was simply too great.

"Little San, be careful. This guy is much stronger than the last one," Xiao Wu warned nervously.

"Mm."

Tang San nodded, one hand quietly reaching toward the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night at his waist.

If things truly came to it, he would not hesitate to use the Tang Sect's methods.

"What? Scared?"

Seeing Tang San's grave expression, Lei Bao revealed a cruel smile.

"It's too late to be scared now!"

"Today, not only will I cripple you, I'll also let those two little girls beside you learn the consequences of offending my Lei Family!"

His gaze fell upon Lin Xi and Xiao Wu, filled with undisguised malice.

Those words completely touched Tang San's reverse scale.

The killing intent in his eyes surged instantly!

"You're courting death!"

Just as Tang San was about to use his hidden weapons—

Lin Xi's voice sounded softly.

"Tang San."

"Hmm?" Tang San turned back.

"Use your hammer."

Lin Xi looked at him and spoke quietly.

"Show him what it means to be number one under heaven."

Tang San's heart jolted.

He understood.

Lin Xi wanted him to use the Clear Sky Hammer in this battle!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent in his heart. The light in his eyes became incomparably brilliant.

He turned around to face Lei Bao and slowly raised his left hand.

"A hammer?"

Lei Bao froze for a moment, then sneered.

"What? Your spirit is a hammer? A Waste Spirit without even a Soul Ring, and you dare take it out to embarrass yourself?"

In his view, Tang San's first spirit was Blue Silver Grass, so his second spirit could not gain Soul Rings until he became a Titled Douluo.

What difference was there between a spirit without Soul Rings and a piece of scrap iron?

Tang San ignored his mockery.

With a thought, he activated it.

Buzz!

A deep hum, as though it had come from the ancient primordial ages, echoed through the inn.

A small black hammer covered in dark golden patterns appeared in his left palm.

The Clear Sky Hammer!

The instant the Clear Sky Hammer appeared, the smile on Lei Bao's face froze.

He felt an indescribable pressure, heavy as a mountain, crashing toward him head-on!

His level thirty-five Soul Elder aura was actually suppressed by that tiny hammer, forced back again and again!

"W-What kind of spirit is that?!"

A storm raged within Lei Bao's heart.

He had never seen such an overbearing, such a heavy Tool Spirit!

"Do you still think it's scrap iron now?"

Tang San looked at him coldly.

He could feel the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand crazily draining the Soul Power from his body.

This hammer, having been Sharpened, had reached an utterly terrifying weight.

With his current Soul Power, merely holding it already felt somewhat difficult.

"Stop playing tricks!"

Lei Bao forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and let out an angry roar.

"Even if your spirit is somewhat strange, without Soul Rings, it's still trash!"

"Third Soul Skill, Frenzied Thunder Claw!"

The purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up!

His right hand instantly swelled in size, crackling purple arcs of lightning coiling around it!

He clawed viciously toward Tang San's crown!

This claw contained the might of a thousand-year soul skill, enough to split stone and shatter monuments!

Facing this thunderous strike, Tang San neither dodged nor retreated.

He gripped the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands and poured all the little Soul Power remaining in his body into it!

The dark golden patterns on the Clear Sky Hammer suddenly lit up!

Using all his strength, he swung the hammer and smashed it fiercely toward that thunder claw!

There were no flashy techniques.

No complicated moves.

Only the purest, most primal collision of strength!

Hammer and claw met in midair.

BOOM!!!

A deafening explosion erupted inside the inn!

Terrifying shockwaves spread wildly outward from the two of them!

The tables and chairs in the inn were sent flying by the blast!

The windowpanes shattered all at once with a loud crash!

The other people in the inn were blown stumbling in every direction, crying out in alarm.

At the center of the shockwave—

Tang San's body swayed as he staggered back three steps.

His face was somewhat pale, and the hand gripping the hammer trembled slightly.

Taking a thousand-year soul skill from a Soul Elder head-on was an enormous burden for him.

On the other side—

Lei Bao stood frozen where he was.

He remained in the posture of throwing his claw, completely motionless.

That indestructible Frenzied Thunder Claw wrapped in lightning had disappeared.

No—it had not disappeared.

It had been smashed into countless purple motes of light.

His entire arm, from palm to wrist to upper arm, had shattered inch by inch!

Blood mixed with shredded flesh and bone fragments dyed half his body red.

"Urgh..."

Lei Bao lowered his head and stared in disbelief at his missing arm.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed out.

His body collapsed limply like a heap of mud.

One strike.

Only one strike.

A level thirty-five Soul Elder had been crippled!

The entire inn once again fell into deathly silence.

Everyone stared as though they had seen a monster at the panting youth holding the black hammer.

With level eleven Soul Power, he had crippled a level thirty-five Soul Elder with a single hammer blow.

This was no longer something that could be described as talent.

This was a myth!

Tang San put away the Clear Sky Hammer, feeling a wave of weakness wash over him.

That strike had nearly drained all of his Soul Power.

But seeing Lei Bao's fallen body, he felt it had all been worth it.

He turned to look at Lin Xi, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Lin Xi was still sitting there.

It was as though an invisible barrier surrounded her within three feet, blocking all the impact from reaching her.

Even the teacup before her had not rippled in the slightest.

She looked at Tang San and gently nodded.

"Your hammer is interesting."