Yu Xiaogang looked at the disciple before him, his eyes filled with disappointment. His ninth soul skill, Solitary Bamboo Pole Vault, had the power of a full nine consecutive vaults.
The power of nine consecutive vaults was enough to shatter space itself, and each vault was stronger than the last. This could be called the Disorder Splitting Wind Pole-Vaulting Method.
But nine consecutive vaults were his limit, because he only had one soul ring. Tang San, however, possessed Twin Martial Souls and could even achieve eighteen consecutive vaults, perhaps leaping directly from Douluo Continent to the God Realm.
Furthermore, Tang San's son-in-law and daughter both possessed Three-Life Martial Souls. If they were taught by him, they might even achieve the legendary twenty-seven consecutive Solitary Bamboo Pole Vaults.
They might even leap out of a Black Hole and into the Space-Time Turbulence. What a pity. Tang San could only be blamed for being short-sighted, for treating him like this. He had truly embarked upon the Way of Certain Death.
"Eighteen consecutive Solitary Bamboo Pole Vaults?"
Tang San's entire body trembled. At the same time, the image of his opponent's nine consecutive pole vaults replayed in his mind—the way they had actually shattered space.
He could also tell that each consecutive Solitary Bamboo Pole Vault increased in power geometrically. With those values stacking up, it was far fiercer than the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.
In fact, the Clear Sky Hammer's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was simply unworthy of comparison. The two were not comparable at all—one was a technique of the mortal realm, while the other was a divine skill. There was no need to compare them.
Tang San's heart shook violently once more. Nine consecutive Solitary Bamboo Pole Vaults were already this powerful—how terrifying would eighteen consecutive vaults be?
He began