Uchiha Mo vs. Senju Tang San

In the control room, Wu Zhangkong watched Su Mo stare in shock at the Trial Space, and a gratified smile curled at the corner of his lips.

No matter where Su Mo came from, he was still awestruck by the Tang Sect's top-tier spatial technology.

Wu Zhangkong's hands flew across the console, moving so fast they left afterimages.

"Identity confirmed: Donghai Xiao Changkong."

"Test difficulty: Medium."

"Number of test participants: Four."

"The ten-second countdown officially begins!"

"Ten—"

"Nine—"

"Warning! Warning! An unknown system error has occurred!"

"Please terminate this trial!"

"Please terminate this trial!"

"..."

The countdown abruptly stopped, replaced by shrill alarms. The lights in the control room began flickering erratically.

Wu Zhangkong froze for a moment, then his hands rapidly struck the console again as his eyes locked onto the wildly fluctuating data on the display.

"What's going on? How could the Hero Hall system possibly malfunction?"

Watching red warnings erupt nonstop across the console screen, Wu Zhangkong's eyes widened in utter disbelief.

Since Hero Hall had been established, it had never made a single mistake. This was the first time he had encountered something like this.

"Please terminate this trial!"

"Please terminate this trial!"

"..."

Hearing the alarms blaring beside him, Wu Zhangkong snapped out of it and hurriedly pressed the triangular button on the console.

However, no matter how many times Wu Zhangkong pressed it, the system gave no response.

"What the hell is going on?"

As he watched the system continue to throw errors frantically, cold sweat drenched Wu Zhangkong's forehead.

What drove him even deeper into despair was that the screen used to observe Su Mo and the others lost its image amid the repeated system errors.

Staring at the blank display, Wu Zhangkong had no time to think about the cause. He quickly pulled out his Soul Guidance Communicator and made a call.

"Warning! Warning! Protection System failure. Teleportation System failure."

"Warning! Warning! Protection System failure. Teleportation System failure."

"..."

Su Mo had been leisurely waiting for his opponent to appear, but the Trial Space before him suddenly turned completely white before flashing with red warnings. A bad feeling immediately rose within him.

Amid the piercing alarms, a humanoid phantom condensed from countless points of light slowly emerged.

Su Mo was no fool. With the Trial Space obviously malfunctioning, there was no way he would obediently wait for the figure to finish forming.

Su Mo drew his longsword and, without a second thought, slashed it at the unformed phantom's head.

As the sharp blade light descended, the incomplete phantom was instantly split in two.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but when he cleaved through the phantom, Su Mo seemed to glimpse a trace of anger on its face.

Just when Su Mo thought everything was settled, countless black tentacles extended from the two halves of the body and forcibly stitched its severed form back together.

"What the fuck..."

Su Mo's eyelids twitched wildly at the bizarre sight.

If this were not Douluo Continent, he would have suspected this guy was some distant relative of Kakuzu.

Seeing that he could not stop the figure from forming, Su Mo immediately sprang backward without hesitation, opening the distance between them. Scarlet tomoe suddenly appeared in his eyes as his gaze fixed firmly on the gradually solidifying black silhouette.

Under Su Mo's watchful gaze, the phantom gradually became tangible. Its body took shape bit by bit, its blurry outline growing clearer until its true appearance was revealed.

The instant the phantom fully formed, Su Mo recognized him and could not help blurting out, "Holy shit... Tang San!?"

Tang San, simulated from data, had an icy gaze and a completely expressionless face. With a lift of his hand, vast amounts of Blue Silver Grass appeared out of thin air, forming a blue-green ocean that surged fiercely toward Su Mo.

"Fuck!!!"

Watching the menacing sea of Blue Silver Grass rush at him, Su Mo cursed aloud. His understanding of just how shameless the Tang Sect was had been refreshed yet again.

With the Sharingan's enhancement, Su Mo could clearly see Tang San's total Soul Power.

Tang San's aura was clearly at the same level as his, Rank 29, yet Tang San possessed twenty times Su Mo's Soul Power.

Thanks to his racial advantage as a Source Beast, Su Mo's total Soul Power after taking human form was roughly twice that of Tang Wulin at the same level.

By that calculation, this Tang San had forty times Tang Wulin's Soul Power.

And the Tang Sect still had the nerve to claim that it had only reproduced seventy percent of its ancestor's strength.

Facing the Blue Silver Grass rushing at him from all directions, Su Mo's Sharingan spun madly, while the longsword in his hand swung so quickly it nearly left afterimages.

Yet that only slowed Tang San's assault.

As long as Tang San had enough Soul Power, his sea of Blue Silver Grass could regenerate endlessly and attack without pause. At that moment, Su Mo finally understood how Madara had felt when facing Hashirama.

Against such dense, relentless attacks, there was no chance of victory unless he unleashed everything and went all out.

But Su Mo was not Uchiha Madara, and Tang San was even less like Senju Hashirama.

No. That bastard Tang San has far more Soul Power than I do. If this keeps up, he'll wear me to death sooner or later.

After cutting apart another wave of incoming Blue Silver Grass, Su Mo silently calculated how to break the deadlock.

"Go!"

With the Sharingan's powerful perception, Su Mo successfully found a tiny gap in Tang San's airtight assault.

Without hesitation, Su Mo decisively threw the longsword in his hand.

The blade tore through the sky, passing through a fleeting gap in the sea of Blue Silver Grass. Carrying a silent killing intent, it flew straight toward Tang San's head.

Tang San had clearly not expected Su Mo to seize a flaw in his impenetrable offense and launch a counterattack. He was briefly stunned when he saw the longsword flying straight at his face.

But surprise was surprise. With the Purple Demon Eye, Su Mo's unexpected attack was useless against him.

Tang San confidently reached out to catch it, but just as his right palm was about to touch the blade, a sudden change occurred.

The longsword, which had been moving in a straight line, abruptly changed direction and slashed horizontally toward Tang San's neck.

Seeing the blade suddenly change course, Tang San had no time to consider why. He hurriedly used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

An invisible suction force erupted from Tang San's palm, forcibly pulling the longsword, despite its altered trajectory, into his hand.

Taking advantage of Tang San's distraction as he used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, which created a slight lapse in his control over the Blue Silver Grass, Su Mo decisively attacked.

Su Mo did not hesitate. His right hand suddenly swelled, and his five fingers transformed into five claws gleaming with dark gold light. This was the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Su Mo had fused a few days ago.

"Break!"

Su Mo swung with all his strength, unleashing a massive dark gold claw mark.

Every strand of Blue Silver Grass touched by the claw mark was instantly shredded to pieces. Its terrifying power forcibly tore open a gap in the endless sea of Blue Silver Grass.

"Eight Inner Gates—Gate of Healing, open!"

Seeing the opening, Su Mo used the Eight Inner Gates without hesitation.

With Tang San's total Soul Power far surpassing his own, Su Mo would not foolishly fight a war of attrition. He needed to end this quickly.

"Not good!"

Seeing Su Mo rapidly closing in, alarm bells blared in Tang San's mind. He immediately sensed danger, but just as he tried to repeat his previous tactic, he discovered that Su Mo was simply too fast. The spreading speed of the Blue Silver Grass could not keep up.