The referee just finished his tone.
Before Spirit Shadow and First Soul Ring had time to light up, a suffocating sense of oppression had already fallen from the sky.
It's not Soul Power coercion, it's not murderous intent.
It's something more primitive, like standing on the edge of a cliff looking down, like facing a silent abyss alone late at night.
Her raised hand froze in mid-air.
The wind spirit trembled violently in the palm of its hand, as if it sensed something that made it instinctively afraid.
Then she saw Soul Ring.
Rising from the feet of Tang San. One purple, three black, and a fifth ring of unknown color, slowly rotating under the holy light of the dome.
Every black Soul Ring is like a bottomless well, so deep that no light can be seen.
Spirit Shadow has been playing games for so many years and has seen Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, but that is the fifth ring, the symbol of Soul King.
The second ring for the person in front of me is ten thousand years.
This is no longer genius, this is contrary to common sense.
She suddenly remembered what she said before the game started: there is nothing to be afraid of.
Tang San raised his head.
The eyes have no purple light and no blood color.
It's a very deep, indescribable color, like an underground river under the ice. You can't hear the water flowing, but you know it's cold underneath.
Clear Sky Hammer exploded in his left hand, as if the air was torn open by the brute force, and the dark hammer body expanded in a large circle.
Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring's oppressive feeling was like a real thing, crushing all around.
Spirit Wind Academy The two people in the front row Power Attack System Soul Ancestor instinctively wanted to retreat, but their feet seemed to be nailed to the stone slab.
The Soul Power in their bodies is trembling, it is the Soul Power itself that is being suppressed.
That is the absolute suppression brought about by the age gap Soul Ring, just like a domestic dog facing a tiger,
The weakness in the legs is not because of fear, but because of the level gap engraved in the bones.
The moment the hammer reached its highest point, purple light flashed deep in Tang San's pupils.
It was Purple Demon Eye. In his perception, the world suddenly slowed down and decomposed.
The whining trajectory of the wind spirit in the palm of Spirit Shadow, the three weak nodes on the path of the two Power Attack System Soul Ancestor Soul Power opposite,
The dust raised by the feet of the agile attack system Soul Ancestor behind him, countless information gathered into a torrent, and collapsed into a point in his mind.
The point that connects all trajectories and can cause them to collapse instantly.
At the same time, he lights up the first three Soul Ring, and then he swings the hammer.
Just one hammer.
The falling trajectory of Clear Sky Hammer is simple and direct, but it carries the will of the mountain to collapse and hits that point accurately.
Only he heard the subtle cracking sound coming from his body.
Like bones under the ice, and like some kind of string that maintains balance,
Under the load that exceeded the limit, a crack finally burst.
A hollow burning sensation emerged from the Dantian.
That is not the exhaustion of Soul Power, but something deeper,
It was as if a strand of life itself had been taken away and turned into firewood.
The hammer fell.
Soul Power The shock wave exploded from the center of the hammer body.
The dark golden air waves visible to the naked eye are like lava and molten iron,
Like some kind of natural disaster that was compressed to the extreme and then suddenly released, crushing all around.
Spirit Wind Academy The two Power Attack System Soul Ancestor didn't even have a chance to make a move.
Soul Skill collapsed in the shock wave before it took shape, and the protective body Soul Power shattered like an eggshell.
The whole person flew out, hit the guardrail, bounced back, rolled twice, and stopped motionless.
Soul Ancestor, the agility attack type behind, had just rushed in front of Ning Rongrong, with his claws only three feet away from her throat, when the shock wave arrived.
His whole figure was shot from the side by an invisible hand, flew out, hit the Angel Statue base in the corner of the ring, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Control system, auxiliary system, everyone in the back row, formation, tactics, Soul Skill,
There is no meaning in front of the shock wave, like a house of cards being washed away by the flood.
After the shock wave passed, deathly silence swallowed everything.
Centered on the impact point of the hammer, spiderweb-like cracks silently spread for more than ten feet.
What is in the cracks is not dust, but bluestone powder that has been crushed into crystal powder by extreme strength, glowing with an icy cold light under the dome's holy light.
On the edge of the ring, a clear and inch-deep dent was left on the Angel Statue base. The edge was as smooth as if it had been cut by the sharpest blade.
Spirit Shadow was thrown away by the shock wave.
At the last moment before her back hit the guardrail, she saw Tang San standing in the center of the ring.
There is nothing special about him, his clothes are not torn, and his breathing is not irregular.
Just the hand holding the hammer loosened for a moment, then tightened again.
The tiger's mouth was cracked, and the blood condensed into a layer of dark red ice.
Then she met his eyes.
The color in his eyes is very flat, as if he is doing something that must be done.
She suddenly understood something,
He didn't look at her at all. He was confirming that he could still hold the hammer.
Then she hit the guardrail and knew nothing.
All seven people fell on the edge of the ring.
Some were unconscious, some were moaning, and some couldn't even make a sound.
He could only look at the young man in black in the center of the field with fearful eyes.
And Tang San only swung one hammer.
The whole place was dead silent.
It's not silence, it's dead silence.
All the sounds in the venue of 100,000 people - cheers, shouts, discussions, even heavy breathing,
It was as if they were suddenly strangled by an invisible giant hand.
Only the hunting sound of the sacred fire burning in the dome was abnormally amplified, so clear that it hurt the eardrums.
And, the subtle but heart-stopping rustling sound when Tang San boots step on the bluestone powder,
Every step is like stepping on the missed beat of my heart.
Then, Eight Spider Lances opened from behind Tang San, and all eight rods popped out.
The color is no longer blue-purple, but a mixture of dark red and blue. The tip of the spear has a barb.
Under the dome Angel Holy Light shines like blood and rust.
No one noticed that the dark red lines on the spear were the same color as the blood-coagulated ice on his tiger's mouth.
He didn't look at his fallen opponents.
Put away the hammer, turn around, and walk past your teammates.
Dai Mubai was stunned in place.
He was still accumulating power just now, White Tiger Vajra Transformation was just halfway open,
The next second, all the enemies fell.
Xiao Wu was just about to teleport, but Waist Bow hadn't kicked out yet. She didn't even see clearly when Tang San moved.
Oscar was supporting Ning Rongrong, and Sausage fell to the ground. Neither of them realized what happened.
"Mistress..."
Dai Mubai's voice is stuck in his throat.
Tang San didn't stop or look at him.
The walking posture is very stable and every step is firm.
The shadow of Eight Spider Lances behind him dragged on the bluestone ground, stretching very long, like the wake of some kind of monster.
When passing by Xiao Wu, he bent down and picked up something.
A piece of hemostatic grass she dropped when she got up just now had half of its leaves crushed.
He looked at it and put it in his pocket.
Go down, push open the door to the lounge, and close it gently.
There was silence at the VIP table.
Xue Qinghe put down the tea cup, and the bottom of the cup collided with the tray, making a crisp sound, which was particularly abrupt in the silence.
Ning Fengzhi held the cane, and the end of the cane sank silently into the soft carpet. He tilted his head slightly, and his voice
So low that only Sword Douluo next to you can hear it,
"Uncle Jian, do you see clearly? That's not just brute force."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Titled Douluo, who is famous for his killing skills, has never moved his deep eyes from the entrance of the passage where Tang San disappeared.
He was silent for a moment and slowly uttered a few words:
"That's not a 'skill'... it's a 'Tao'. What he's doing is not a ring, it's a 'rule'."
The emcee's voice came from Amplifying Soul Tool, making a cross,
"Winner--Shrek Academy!"
Even she herself didn't realize that her voice was shaking when she said this.
The sound in the audience only rose up belatedly and tentatively at this moment.
There were no enthusiastic cheers, only humming discussions, gasps of disbelief, and countless eyes looking for the disappeared figure.
What they just saw was not victory.
It is a trial of seven people by one person and a cold revision of "common sense".
Chen Jieqi Put down the teacup.
The fingertips rubbed the rim of the cup, and there was a slight crack there at some point.
He looked in the direction where Tang San disappeared and said nothing.
Sheng Hui's voice suddenly sounded, heavier than ever before,
"He's burning himself."
"I know."
"It's gone after it's burned."
"It's still early."
In the aisle of the arena, Tang San was leaning against the wall alone.
Looking down at his hand, he saw that the blood from the tiger's mouth had coagulated, forming a layer of dark red ice on the surface of the wound.
He rubbed it twice, the ice shattered and new blood seeped out.
The blood that oozed out seemed darker than usual.
He took out the broken hemostatic grass from his pocket, looked at it, and then put it back.
After wiping my hands twice, the blood dried, leaving only a dark brown mark.
Lean against the wall and close your eyes.
Xiao Wu came back and stood outside the door.
The roots of the styptic grass in my hand were still trembling.
She didn't enter the door, she just bent down and put grass on the threshold.
Then he turned around and left.
It was very quiet outside the lounge door. The styptic grass was lying on the threshold, its leaves trembling slightly.
It's not like being blown by the wind, but like being shaken by the sound of the door closing.