"How could this happen? Why couldn't the Clear Sky Hammer overcome Feng Xiaotian?" Yu Xiaogang refused to believe the scene before him.
In his writings, Yu Xiaogang had explicitly stated, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters." In practice, however, he was a staunch supporter of "martial soul supremacy."
Although Yu Xiaogang had been born into a prominent family, his knowledge was limited. He had never investigated the Clear Sky Sect's history. He simply assumed that, since the Clear Sky Sect had been the continent's foremost sect when he was born, the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul itself must be incredibly powerful.
Little did he know that the Clear Sky Hammer's inherent quality did not even match that of most tool martial souls possessed by Titled Douluos. The Clear Sky Sect's place at the pinnacle of the continent was inseparable from the secret arts Tang Chen had created all those years ago.
Clearly, Yu Xiaogang knew very little about these secret arts and attributed the Clear Sky Hammer's power entirely to the martial soul itself.
Furthermore, the Clear Sky Sect's strength also came from the towering Titled Douluo powerhouses throughout its history. Its ordinary disciples were merely average.
In the arena, Feng Xiaotian's attacks grew increasingly fierce.
Tang Hao's words had come true after all.
Tang San had used a martial soul he was unfamiliar with to fight Feng Xiaotian, who knew his own martial soul inside and out. The gulf in proficiency was insurmountable, never mind that Feng Xiaotian's soul power level far exceeded his.
In the end, Feng Xiaotian's sharp claws severely injured Tang San, leaving numerous wounds across his body and his aura feeble.
Still, this battle had worn Feng Xiaotian down considerably, enough to create an opportunity for his teammates to eliminate him.