Tang San Had Thoroughly Become Hammer Bro
Lin Qingmo went to watch the Shrek Team's first round of qualifiers.
Facing off against the Holy Soul Team.
There's not much to say.
The Holy Soul Team is a relatively weak team.
Shrek won without much difficulty.
When the referee announced the result, the Shrek team barely broke a sweat.
It's just a warm-up match; you can't really tell much from it.
The second round is truly worth watching.
Shrek's opponent in the second round is Elephant Armored Academy.
Claimed to be the "strongest defense in the qualifiers".
The entire team consists of Defense-type Beast Martial Soul.
Captain Huyan Li the charge, and the seven of them standing on the stage formed a veritable mobile city wall.
Their tactics were simple and brutal— Iron Wall Advance Formation.
The seven men formed a formation and slowly advanced, forcing their opponents to be crushed into dust in the shrinking space.
This tactic was almost unbeatable in the qualifiers.
In the original Douluo Continent novel, the Elephant Armored Academy was a tough battle for Shrek Academy.
Lin Qingmo made a point of setting aside time, holding a cup of tea, and sitting in the spectator stands to watch the match.
He originally thought that without the blessing of the Immortal Herb, the overall combat strength of the Shrek Team would inevitably decline.
In fact, they're pretty much the same.
Ma Hongjun is currently only at level 35.
Even the Oscar only reached level thirty-six.
These two, lacking the Immortal Herb, didn't progress quickly and became the team's weak point.
But the actual situation with the Shrek Team was better than he had expected.
Much better.
It's mainly because of Yu Tianheng and his group.
Yu Tianheng is level 44, Osler is level 41, Shi Mo level 43, Shi Mo is level 42.
All four Soul Ancestor, with Dai Mubai the core.
This roster's raw strength is already on par with any of the top teams in the qualifiers.
It can be called a dark horse.
"The addition of Yu Tianheng and the others has made up for a lot of the losses," Lin Qingmo commented softly.
With three fewer female Soul Master, four more combat-oriented individuals have emerged.
The original style, which was more flexible and cooperative, was forcibly twisted into a violent, aggressive style.
Not elegant, but effective.
"A-Qing."
Liu Erlong sat next to him watching the battle.
His phoenix eyes were fixed on the arena, but his gaze was not on the battle itself.
Her gaze was precisely fixed on the burly young man in the center of the arena, who inexplicably exuded an effeminate aura.
Dai Mubai.
Even after being possessed by the Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul, his aura remained fierce.
Each strike carried a chilling explosive force.
But his body language, his posture, his gait, even the arc of his wrist when he swings his claws, all exude an indescribable... feminine softness.
Liu Erlong rested his chin on his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips, and asked with a mixture of mischief and curiosity:
"That Dai Mubai, was his manhood really Tang San?"
Lin Qingmo, his hand holding the teacup still.
He vividly remembers that memorable moment from the Chat Group session.
"That's right."
Liu Erlong narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and the curve of his lips widened even more.
She observed Dai Mubai on the field with great interest.
Her gaze swept subtly over his lower body, then she chuckled softly.
"Tsk, I didn't realize you were so fierce in a fight, completely unaffected."
She tilted her head and leaned a little closer to Lin Qingmo: "Or... is it that because you're not good at certain things, you can put more effort into your fists?"
That's a really sharp remark.
Lin Qingmo glanced at her sideways.
Liu Erlong's red lips curled slightly, and a mischievous smile played in her eyes, clearly waiting for him to continue.
"Teacher Er Long, battlefield analysis and physiological research should not be conducted simultaneously."
Lin Qingmo looked away without changing his expression.
"If you're interested in this topic, we can discuss it further when we get back."
Liu Erlong's smile immediately brightened, "Great! We must discuss this thoroughly."
Lin Qingmo ignored Liu Erlong's 'hint' and refocused his attention on the competition.
While Dai Mubai's condition is certainly something to criticize, it's not something he should pay too much attention to.
What truly caught his attention was Tang San.
On the field, Tang San's figure was as fast as Gui Mei, weaving and moving among the Elephant Armored Academy's ironclad formation.
But what he held in his hand was no longer the supple and clinging Blue Silver Grass.
It's a hammer!
The hammer, as black as ink, is heavy and domineering.
Each swing was accompanied by a muffled thud that seemed to rip the air apart.
It's the Clear Sky Hammer!
Tang San's Second Martial Soul.
Lin Qingmo's pupils contracted slightly.
Three Spirit Ring rose from beneath Tang San's feet, their color a deep purple!
Three Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!
As the hammers flew, cracks appeared visibly in the once impenetrable formation that Elephant Armored Academy was so proud of.
Huyan Li desperately maintained his defense.
Despite his bulging veins, he couldn't stop the relentless, unreasonable barrage of blows.
Boom--!
The final blow.
The defensive formation has crumbled.
Dust filled the air on the field.
Lin Qingmo slowly put down his teacup, his brows furrowing at a subtle angle.
"It seems that Tang San's Blue Silver Grass is completely useless, and he has completely switched to cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul."
This judgment is without a doubt.
There is only one reason why the mature control system of Blue Silver Grass could be abandoned: the path of Blue Silver King bloodline evolution has been cut off by Ah Yin.
But problems also arose.
The first three Spirit Ring of the Clear Sky Hammer are all of the thousand-year level.
This means that Tang San's Soul Ring Configuration is inherently limited, and his potential for future growth is significantly lowered.
From a long-term perspective, this is a huge setback.
But unfortunately...
Lin Qingmo closed his eyes, his Soul Power perception quietly spreading, passing through the noisy stands, and accurately locking onto Tang San's aura.
His expression changed.
Tang San's Soul Power fluctuations were deliberately suppressed, and on the surface, he appeared to be at most at the level of Soul Ancestor.
However, according to Lin Qingmo's perception, his actual Soul Power had reached the Spirit King level!
And it must be level 55 or higher!
Lin Qingmo suddenly opened her eyes.
When they last met, Tang San was not yet level 35.
Even if the switch to repairing the Clear Sky Hammer goes smoothly, even if the Soul Ring Configuration is maxed out to purple-purple-purple-black-black...
It's impossible to jump 25 levels!
This speed is completely unreasonable.
"Unless..."
One possibility came to mind.
Lin Qingmo closed his eyes again.
This time, I felt it more deeply.
Instead of exploring Soul Power, explore life energy.
A few breaths later, he found the answer.
Tang San's right leg and left arm had an unusually high density of life energy, far exceeding the level that flesh and bones should have.
Soul Bone!
Two Soul Bone!
Moreover, its lifespan is at least 30,000 to 40,000 years!
Lin Qingmo slowly opened his eyes, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees.
"Two pieces of Soul Bone that are thirty or forty thousand years old."
"If this thing were put up for auction, it could start a small war."
Where did Tang San, a young student still studying at the Academy, get it?
"Interesting..." he murmured.
His gaze fell on the figure on the field, swinging the hammer like the wind, and his eyes deepened.
The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is ruined, and the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul's Soul Ring Configuration is not top-tier enough.
However, he obtained two high-age Soul Bone to compensate for it.
Tang San's growth is truly surprising.
Lin Qingmo picked up his teacup and took a small sip, his gaze lingering on Tang San for Jiujiu, passing through the rising steam.
"Tang San, oh Tang San... is your destiny still intact?"