Piercing Tang San, Stabbing Eight Holes Through Him

As his thoughts raced, Tang San's movements did not pause for even a moment. Borrowing the rebounding force, he spun with the momentum, stepped out with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and charged forward again, swinging his hammer at Meng Yiran.

This hammer strike was exceptionally vicious.

It was hard to say exactly how much frustration and resentment it contained.

Tang San's mentality was not so fragile that it would collapse easily, but his previous three proactive attacks had not only failed to pose any threat to Meng Yiran, they had instead left him at a disadvantage, thoroughly suppressed by her.

It undoubtedly left him feeling defeated.

With this fourth hammer strike, Tang San wanted to reverse the decline and vent his anger no matter what, so he had become somewhat ruthless.

The Dance of the Chaos Cloak grew stronger the longer it was performed. The faster it spun, the more its attack power multiplied. By the fourth hammer strike, its power had already reached eight times that of the first.

However, Meng Yiran was no pushover either.

The snow-white spear in her hand moved like a wandering dragon. Its thrust flashed like a startled swan, sweeping out with surging icy energy. Not only did it neutralize Tang San's fourth hammer strike, it knocked him back once again.

There was a difference in the grades of their Martial Souls, but each had its own distinct characteristics.

The Clear Sky Hammer excelled in its heaviness, its overwhelming force, and its fierce, domineering power. It emphasized breaking all techniques with sheer strength and crushing everything in its path.

Meng Yiran's Dragon Spear, meanwhile, excelled in endless variation. Its methods of attack were diverse, capable of both offense and defense. It was the king of long weapons among cold weapons, practically all-purpose.

Such was