The dead silence left by Tang San's hammer was belatedly broken until the sound of the emcee doing the split came from Amplifying Soul Tool.
But the atmosphere at Spirit City changed from that day on.
Soul Masters walking on the street are no longer talking about which team has a chance to win the championship.
It was the hammer that the boy in black hit the bluestone.
Someone repeatedly gestured with their hands to show the distance the shock wave spread.
Some people lowered their voices and argued about the age of the dark red Soul Ring.
Someone swore in the corner of the tavern that he knew a Soul Master from Nuoding City,
I personally saw Tang San lift Clear Sky Hammer with one hand when he was six years old.
No one went to verify the authenticity of these words, because after that blow, all the outrageous rumors became true.
And where judgment really needs to be made, silence runs deeper than discussion.
Shrek Academy rest area.
Grandmaster stood at the door and did not go in.
Grandmaster's lips moved.
He wanted to ask many questions: What is that dark red Soul Ring?
What happened to you during those days behind the waterfall?
Can your body still hold on?
But all the questions rushed to his lips, and in the end they only turned into one sentence that he couldn't answer.
"Xiaosan... how much have my theories helped you?"
He spoke so softly that only he could hear it.
Then he turned around without opening the door.
The sound of his receding footsteps sounded in the corridor, his stride half an inch shorter than usual.
Several years ago, he told a child kneeling on the ground at the Nuoding Academy, "Grass also has glory." The child believed it.
Now that child has grown up and no longer uses grass.
Spirit Hall Lounge.
Hu Liena threw the battle report on the table, leaned back in the chair, wrapped his fingertips around a strand of hair, circled it three times, and stopped.
"His eyes turned purple before swinging the hammer, and then he accurately hit the Soul Power node."
There was no fear in her voice, only calm reflection.
Xie Yue leaned against the window, arms folded across his chest,
"He only showed four Soul Ring at the start of the game. He was hiding, and he was hiding more than one card."
Yan sat in the corner and remained silent.
From the moment he watched the game until now, the glass of water in his hand has not been touched.
He suddenly spoke,
"When his hammer came down, I was thinking, if it were me standing on the field, would I be able to catch it?"
No one answered, silence itself was the answer.
Hu Liena stood up and walked to the tactical board.
The board has been filled with the positions of Shrek seven people and the range of Soul Skill.
But the position of Tang San was circled by her alone, and she stared at the circle for a moment.
"In the semi-finals, if we meet him before the finals, we must be the first to control him.
There's no need to charm him, his look is useless.
Use Moon Blade to block his first hammer attack.
Yan, if you bear the shock wave head-on, you don't need to win, you just need to hold off for three breaths.
Within three breaths, Xie Yue and I will deal with the others."
She paused,
"The problem is, there are a few things about him that we haven't seen yet."
No one answered the call.
The red circle on the tactical board looked like a one-eye under the light, looking back at them coldly.
Pope's Palace, deep.
The door slowly closed behind Bibi Dong, cutting off the footsteps in the corridor and the noise in the distance.
She leaned against the door panel and closed her eyes for a while.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no coldness and calmness in my eyes like those at the VIP table.
There is only one thing that is pressed deeply, not surprise, not anger.
It's "recognition".
The boy's fifth Soul Ring is dark red.
What others see is the color, what she sees is the origin, and... the essence.
The cold that seeps out from the depths of Soul Ring is not a temperature, but a law.
A kind of cold that has refined "killing" to the extreme, almost to the original law.
She once owned Divine Slaughter's Domain and was very familiar with murderous intent, but this power... was different.
"This is not something you get by hunting..."
She whispered to the empty room, her pupils contracting slightly.
This is not Soul Ring from Soul Beast. At least, not entirely.
This is more like... the concept of "killing" itself was tempered by some supreme will and imprinted on his soul.
She had never seen or even thought that Soul Ring could be "formed" like this.
This goes against all common sense of Soul Master World and touches on some vague and taboo records in her knowledge of divine examinations.
Then her fingers suddenly became cold.
It's not an illusion. It's the Rakshasa Divine Sense inside the body that is moving,
Not an attack, not a warning, but flinching and... thrilling.
Like a shadow encountering a purer and more original black.
She lowered her head and glanced at her fingertips. The chill did not come from the outside world.
Rather, it seeps out from the depths of the core of his divine power, and is the instinctive trembling when his personality is vaguely suppressed.
She had only experienced a similar gaze from a higher dimension in a vision when she inherited the Divine Relic.
She clenched her fingers suddenly, her nails almost digging into her palms, using the stinging pain to dispel the momentary loss of consciousness.
She suddenly realized something.
If the aura in that boy's body continues to grow, her Rakshasa will never be his match.
Unless, before he completely descends, he must first complete his control over the young man.
When he looked up again, all the exposed emotions had been crushed into a bottomless piece of ice under his eyes.
She walked to the table and picked up the battle report sent by Hu Liena again.
Tang San, level 53, Clear Sky Hammer, one purple, three black and one dark red, one hammer to clear the field, eyes "flat".
She suddenly smiled, and the curve of her mouth was almost self-deprecating.
She was also so "flat", in Slaughter City, when she had to kill the first person with her own hands.
She knows what that "flatness" is.
That's not calm.
Treat yourself as a knife and everything you should do as a whetstone.
I grind it in my heart until the edge turns white, and in the end I even forget who I am.
"You're burning yourself."
She said, her voice sounding like it was squeezed out from between her teeth.
Then she was silent for a long time.
As expected, in the semi-finals, Spirit Hall Academy will face Huangdou Academy.
She glanced at Chen Jieqi's name, paused for a moment, and then moved away.
The light of the silver-haired boy and the coldness of Tang San are two opposite forces.
Some instinct told her that the light could shine into the abyss and also illuminate things she didn't want to see.
She doesn't like it.
She picked up the quill and wrote a line on the back of the battle report without a signature.
If we meet Shrek in the finals, let Yan hit him head-on. I want to see his limit.
She put down her pen.
Huangdou The silver-haired boy has not played yet. Spirit Hall is not sure whether she can win the semi-finals.
But as a planner, she must calculate every possibility in advance.
If the opponent in the final is Shrek, Yan needs to know how heavy the blow is.
Then she turned and walked towards the secret room.
Gray-black mist seeped out from the crack in the door and wrapped around the hem of her skirt.
She walked into the darkness and never looked back.
But she knew that the boy's dark red Soul Ring would appear in her dream tonight.
There is no Clear Sky Hammer in the dream.
There is only one pair of eyes that are exactly the same as hers back then.
Imperial Fighting Team station.
Yu Feng sat down in the chair and looked up at the ceiling.
"One hammer... just one hammer! Seven Soul Ancestor! This is a hairy one! Let's still hit a hairy one!"
After he finished shouting, he found that no one answered him. Only Shi Mo silently broke a piece of wheat cake in half and handed it to Shi Mo.
Shi Mo took it and put it on the table without eating it. The wheat cake just lay there, like some kind of silent offering.
Yu Tianheng stood up and walked to the window.
His fists were clenched unconsciously, and the veins on the back of his hands were slightly bulging.
He remembered his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon - the best in the world Beast Martial Soul, level 45, Dual Dragon Transformation.
These things that once made him proud were repeatedly compared with that hammer in his mind.
"The hammer hit the ring and the bluestone cracked. What if it hit me?"
Dugu Yan did not participate in the discussion.
She leaned against the door, looking past everyone in the room and landing on Chen Jieqi.
He said nothing and was wiping the cracks on the teacup with a soft cloth.
The crack extended from the rim to the bottom of the cup and was irreparable, but he was still wiping it.
It seems like it can be wiped off just by wiping it.
"Xiao Qi." She said.
Chen Jieqi raised his head.
"When are you coming?"
"Final Four."
Dugu Yan Don't ask anymore.
Yu Tianheng's fist slowly loosened, and Yu Feng finally closed his mouth.
Shi Mo and Shi Mo looked at each other, picked up the cold wheat cakes, ate half of them each, and chewed them quietly.
It's late at night.
Chen Jieqi stood alone in front of the station window, slowly rubbing his fingertips along the cracks on the tea cup.
The crack glowed with a subtle silver light under the moonlight, like an old scab.
Sheng Hui's voice sounded in the sea of consciousness, without the laziness of the past.
"The fifth Soul Ring is not from Soul Beast."
"I know."
"That's the scent of Asura. Although it's very faint, it's unmistakable."
Chen Jieqi's finger stopped on the crack.
Asura, this name reminded him of the God War mural in the secret room of the Spirit Hall.
Among the three gods, Asura does not exist, but Sheng Hui once mentioned this name.
That is the God-King, in charge of killing and judgment.
If the breath of Asura is pushing the fifth Soul Ring of Tang San,
That means the price of that Soul Ring is not just Soul Power.
"Can it still be saved?"
Sheng Hui did not answer this time.