Clear Sky Hammer, Nothing Special

It was not Tang San alone who was horrified by the appearance of the Ice and Snow Fluttering Ice Phoenix.

There were also the eighty thousand spectators present, the teachers and students of the major Advanced Spirit Master Academies in the competitors' viewing area, and the representatives of the various powers on the VIP Platform.

This was a three-person Martial Soul Fusion Skill. The shock it brought was far greater than Canghui Academy's Seven-in-One Fusion Skill.

One had to know that a Martial Soul Fusion Skill was an ability that could only be unleashed through the deep fusion of Martial Souls. Whether in body or in heart, the users had to be completely compatible.

Even a two-person Martial Soul Fusion Skill was infinitely more difficult than an ordinary fusion skill, regardless of how many people were involved.

Not to mention a three-person Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Two-person Martial Soul Fusion Skills were already rare enough. A three-person Martial Soul Fusion Skill was even harder to achieve.

Yet it had truly appeared on the Preliminary Tournament stage, beneath the watchful eyes of over eighty thousand people. How could that not be shocking?

Facing the imposing ice-blue Phoenix, Tang San stood frozen in place, his eyes locked firmly on Shui Bing'er across from him as the fear in his heart refused to subside.

Had the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand not given him the confidence—and illusion—that he could still fight, he likely would have turned around and jumped off the Competition Ring to concede.

But was he someone willing to admit defeat?

No, he was not.

Tang San did not want to give up this match.

Of course, he could choose to surrender. Even if they lost this match, it would not fundamentally affect their results. There would still be