Your Spirit Hall Geniuses Are Nothing Special

On the Competition Platform.

Wang Yu watched Tang Hao charge at him, wielding a massive hammer that was jet-black, gleaming, and threaded with arcs of lightning, carrying an unmatched, fierce aura. His heart grew heavy.

He might not be able to withstand this strike.

But for Spirit Hall's honor, he absolutely could not lose so easily. Even if he lost, he had to make it a mutually damaging battle and only lose by a narrow margin in the end.

With that thought, his Second Soul Ring lit up, and Soul Power surged wildly around him.

"Second Soul Skill, Blazing Fire Armor."

At first glance, this Soul Skill sounded like a purely defensive ability, but it combined both defense and offense.

After using his Second Soul Skill, flames covered Wang Yu's body and formed a suit of armor. At the same time, his attacks gained burning and knockback effects.

Facing Tang Hao's incoming massive hammer, Wang Yu charged forward directly, intending to use his fists to block Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.

"Boom—!"

The sound of flames colliding with the massive hammer rang out. Under Wang Yu's Second Soul Skill, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was temporarily held back.

Seeing this, Tang Hao, who held the Clear Sky Hammer, glanced sideways at Wang Yu, his eyes carrying a hint of approval. It seemed that this Spirit Hall genius was not incompetent after all.

Wang Yu being able to block his Clear Sky Hammer for a moment was enough for Tang Hao to acknowledge his title as a genius.

However, there were differences even among geniuses. At the Same Level, Tang Hao was confident that he could crush every other opponent.

The veins on Tang Hao's arm bulged as he swung the Clear Sky Hammer with even greater force. Wang Yu felt an immense force transmit through his fist.

Coupled with Tang Hao's hammer intent suppressing him at every moment, Wang Yu could not hold on for long. Tang Hao's massive hammer sent him flying, and he landed on the ground with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Wang Yu looked at Tang Hao with utter unwillingness in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do. Tang Hao's combat strength was simply too great.

He felt that among Soul Grandmasters, there was no longer any genius capable of defeating Tang Hao.

"I lost."

Then Wang Yu got to his feet, revealing a bitter smile. After saying those words, he walked dejectedly off the Competition Platform.

Seeing Tang Hao defeat Wang Yu without even using his Second Soul Skill, Spirit Hall's younger generation felt immense pressure.

This Tang Hao was absurdly strong.

In contrast, the younger generation on the Clear Sky Sect's side were all beaming with delight, their faces brimming with pride, as though they were saying: This is our Clear Sky Sect's super genius. Impressive, right?

After defeating Wang Yu, Tang Hao raised the jet-black Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and pointed it at Spirit Hall's younger generation below the Competition Platform.

"Who else at the same level wants to fight me? Come up one by one. I, Tang Hao, will accept every challenge. Let me see whether the limits of your Spirit Hall's younger generation are really only this much."

After speaking, Tang Hao lowered the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and stood where he was, waiting for someone from the opposing younger generation to step forward.

Faced with such an arrogant Tang Hao, and with this being Spirit Hall's home ground, how could this group of hot-blooded young geniuses possibly endure it?

"You brat Tang, don't be so arrogant!"

"I'll fight you."

A stern-looking young man leaped onto the Competition Platform and glared furiously at Tang Hao.

"Good. Summon your martial soul. Let me see what you're capable of."

Tang Hao raised the enormous jet-black hammer at his side, which reached his waist, once more. Battle Intent burst forth from his eyes.

Hearing this, the young man did not waste any time. Two Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet, and a bloodstained saber appeared in his hand.

The bloodstains had clearly not been recently smeared on; they had always been part of the saber itself.

"Li Ruifeng, martial soul Dragon Blood Saber, level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster."

The moment he finished speaking, Li Ruifeng swung his saber at Tang Hao. His blade techniques were fierce, but his understanding of the saber had yet to reach the realm of Intent.

Against Tang Hao, who had already comprehended Intent and achieved some mastery over it, how could he possibly be a match? He was suppressed by Tang Hao the entire time, with almost no ability to fight back.

Even after using both Soul Skills, he could not force Tang Hao to use his Second Soul Skill. He merely made Tang Hao use his First Soul Skill, Titan's Hammer.

In the end, Li Ruifeng met the same fate. Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer defeated him, sending him straight off the Competition Platform.

After winning two consecutive victories against Spirit Hall's geniuses, Tang Hao looked even more smug, no longer taking Spirit Hall's so-called geniuses seriously.

When facing him, Spirit Hall's geniuses could not even force out his Second Soul Skill. The gap between them was simply too great.

"Hahaha, you Spirit Hall geniuses are nothing more than this."

"At the Same Level, even two challengers in a row weren't my opponents. Fine, I'll give you a chance. You can send a genius at the Soul Elder level to fight me."

"I'd like to see whether your Spirit Hall's Soul Elder geniuses are just as mediocre, unable to even force me to use my Second Soul Skill."

Tang Hao's words thoroughly ground the pride of Spirit Hall's younger generation into the dirt, showing them not the slightest bit of mercy.

Not only that, but the Clear Sky Sect disciples on the other side of the Competition Platform became even more arrogant. They pointed directly at Spirit Hall's younger generation and mocked them aloud.

"That's right, Tang Hao is correct. You Spirit Hall geniuses are nothing special. Your ancestors may have been glorious, but your generation is utterly disgraceful."

"If you aren't ashamed, then I'm ashamed for you."

As soon as those words fell, a handsome young man on Spirit Hall's side revealed fury in his eyes and shouted loudly:

"Shut up!"

Then he clenched his fists and looked at Tang Hao before asking, "My cultivation is at Soul Elder. Will you fight me?"

Though he and Tang Hao both belonged to the younger generation, he was two or three years older than Tang Hao and had already become a Soul Elder.

He was challenging Tang Hao now because Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect had been far too arrogant, showing no mercy in their actions. Otherwise, he would not have wanted to bully someone younger than himself.

Facing the handsome youngster's question, Tang Hao's lips curled slightly upward, his eyes brimming with confidence as he planted the Clear Sky Hammer before him.

"Yes. Even a Soul Elder does not frighten me."

The instant Tang Hao finished speaking, the handsome youngster no longer hesitated. A pair of wings sprouted from his back.

The next moment, he flapped his wings through the air and soared upward, landing on the Competition Platform opposite Tang Hao.

"Peng Yuan, Martial Soul: Roc, Soul Power Level thirty-five. I am your opponent in this battle."

After speaking, three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose beneath Peng Yuan's feet and circled around him.

The two looked at each other. After nodding to one another, they began their battle.

Peng Yuan was the first to fly high into the air. His Martial Soul was the Roc, and only aerial combat could bring out his greatest fighting strength.

Below, Tang Hao's expression grew somewhat more solemn as he faced Peng Yuan, a Soul Elder. After all, Peng Yuan's Soul Power Level was six levels higher than his, and he also had one more soul ring.

Defeating such an opponent would not be easy, even for him.

"First Soul Skill, Wind Blade Assault."

Peng Yuan shouted. His first soul ring lit up as the wings on his back vibrated at high speed, firing multiple wind blades toward Tang Hao. They were incredibly fast and carried both cutting and slowing effects.

Seeing this, Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, smashing the incoming wind blades apart one by one.