Tang San: Xiao Wu, Listen to My Explanation; Xiao Wu: I Won't Listen, I'll Hit You!

"Xiao Wu, standing opposite him at this moment, had no trace of the warmth she once had in her eyes."

All that remained was hatred.

Pure, burning, unadulterated hatred.

Tang San's lips moved slightly.

What is he trying to say?

Saying, "Xiao Wu, I never really intended to treat you as Spirit Ring"?

To say, "My father's affairs are beyond my control"?

To say that "everything back then had its reasons"?

These words swirled in his mind, but in the end, he didn't utter a single one.

Because it's useless.

Any explanation seemed both weak and laughable to Xiao Wu.

Tang San's expression was complicated.

There was guilt, bitterness, helplessness, and a very faint trace of... sorrow on it.

He slowly lowered the Clear Sky Hammer to his side, the hammer striking the arena with a dull thud.

They did not raise their hammers in response.

They didn't admit defeat either.

He simply stood there, silently enduring Xiao Wu's burning gaze.

In the stands, the reactions from each side varied.

Lin Qingmo was leaning back in his chair in an extremely relaxed posture.

He crossed his arms over his chest and crossed his legs high.

The smile at the corner of her mouth never changed.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Tang San and Xiao Wu on the arena.

His expression didn't seem like he was watching a game; it was more like a chess player admiring his meticulously designed game.

Each piece was placed perfectly in its rightful position.

Zhu Zhuqing defeated Dai Mubai, her mind cleared, and the story concluded perfectly.

Now, Xiao Wu stands on the arena, filled with hatred.

What a wonderful play.

Shrek's Dai Mubai raised his head.

He remained dazed and confused, his eyes unfocused.

But when he vaguely made out the two figures facing each other on the stage, a strange bittersweet feeling welled up in his heart.

He wasn't the only one in this world to be completely rejected by the person he loved most.

Tang San was the same.

This thought left him unsure whether to feel better or worse.

On the arena.

Xiao Wu's Soul Power is still increasing.

Her long braid moved swiftly behind her even without wind, its ends Entanglement and twisting.

Several faint phantom images of Spirit Ring could be seen floating and sinking beneath her feet.

Her aura surged dramatically, and she was now in a state of high alert.

She had no intention of giving Tang San any room to think.

They didn't intend to give him any chance to explain.

"From the day your Tang Family father and son set their sights on me, this debt was destined to be repaid."

Xiao Wu's voice was cold; every word seemed to be chilled by ice.

"Today, let's start with you."

She took a step forward.

The arena shook.

Tang San gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, his bitterness deepening.

The wind swept across the arena, raising a shower of pebbles.

Two figures stood facing each other between heaven and earth.

One was filled with murderous intent, the other was filled with bitterness.

A battle destined to be fierce has begun.

"Xiao Wu, I know you hate me."

"But you've misunderstood some things. Please give me a chance to explain."

"Are you done rambling?"

Xiao Wu interrupted him.

Tang San was taken aback.

He had seen Xiao Wu throw tantrums at him, and he had seen her pout and sulk.

I've never seen this expression before.

She was looking at herself, but the reflection in her eyes seemed to be of a stranger who had nothing to do with her.

"Xiao Wu!"

Xiao Wu had already turned to look at the referee and raised her hand in a "you can start" gesture.

Tang San's second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat, eventually turning into a barely audible sigh.

If you can't reason with them... then let's finish the fight first and talk about it later.

The Clear Sky Hammer was unleashed in response.

The jet-black hammer gleamed with a dark luster, and five Spirit Ring rose from beneath Tang San's feet.

Purple, purple, purple, black, black!

Three purples and two blacks.

Seeing this scene,

The stands were like a powder keg that had been ignited.

"Three purple rings and two black rings? How is that possible?"

"I've never seen this Soul Ring Configuration before, it's so strange!"

"So powerful, Spirit King with three purple and two black attributes!"

However, the next second, everyone's voices changed again.

Xiao Wu lightly touched the ground with her toes, and the Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul silently possessed her.

Five Spirit Ring rose up as well.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black!

The entire venue seemed to have been muted.

Ma Hongjun's mouth dropped open. "... The Fifth Ring Road?"

He jumped up from his seat. "Xiao Wu is also Spirit King?!"

Dai Mubai's knuckles cracked as he gripped the armrest, his expression as if he had swallowed a whole unripe lime.

Oscar finally spoke, his voice dry. "So what exactly happened to her after leaving Shrek?"

No one can answer this question.

After a brief moment of suffocation, the cheers that erupted from the audience nearly shook the dome to its core.

Both teenagers are Spirit King.

This is clearly a once-in-a-decade clash of extraordinary talents!

Tang San tightened his grip on the hammer.

The Five-Ring Soul King.

He looked at the girl across from him, who used to always cling to his arm, and the emotions surging within him were so complex that even he couldn't sort them out.

He was able to advance to the Spirit King because of cultivating his Second Martial Soul, stacking Spirit Ring beyond his limit, and his father's two 40,000-year Soul Bone.

How did Xiao Wu manage to do that?

My thoughts are complicated, but my body is more honest than my thoughts.

The instinct for fighting quickly took over.

He planned to win first, and then explain to Xiao Wu.

Tang San used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, leaving several afterimages in his wake on the arena.

Tang San quickly closed in on Xiao Wu.

The Spirit Ring for the Clear Sky Hammer were all personally selected by Tang Hao for Tang San.

These Spirit Ring rings all have the effect of Strength Boost.

The first four Spirit Ring surged, and the fourfold amplification was simultaneously infused into the hammer body.

The 40,000-year Strength Boost bonus from the Left Arm Bone and Right Leg Bone was also fully released.

The Clear Sky Hammer crashed down, trailing a dark shockwave.

This single blow was enough to easily blast a Millennium Spirit Beast into pieces.

Tang San's intention was simple: to decide the outcome with a single blow.

The hammer falls!

"Bang!!!"

The sound of the air being violently torn apart echoed throughout the venue.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

His Purple Demon Eye saw Xiao Wu raise her right leg.

Long, straight legs, the instep precisely striking the hammer surface.

One kick at a time!

"Thump!!!"

The arena floor radiated outwards from the point of contact between the two fighters, creating a dense network of cracks, flying debris, and billowing dust.

But Xiao Wu's legs didn't move at all.

Tang San's entire right arm was numb.

His full-force hammer strike, amplified by four Soul Skill and two Soul Bone, was stopped by Xiao Wu's leg?

When did the Soft Bone Rabbit acquire this power?

What he didn't know was that,

Xiao Wu's First Spirit Skill "Waist Bow" and Fifth Spirit Skill "Berserk" were already silently activated the moment her Spirit Ring was released, boosting all her attributes.

There's also the Strength Boost from the Evil Spirit Orca Left Arm Bone and the Strength Boost from the 70,000-Year Strength Left Leg Bone demonic orca.

The combined effects of the two Soul Bone, along with her body forged through countless trials by the Sea God's Light...

Her current physical strength and defense are beyond Tang San's comprehension.

Xiao Wu used the momentum to spin around and swept her leg horizontally with a whip kick.

It moved as fast as a pink lightning bolt.

Tang San parried with a side hammer strike, and a crisp "clang" rang out.

He was kicked and sent flying several meters to the side.

His feet carved two deep gashes into the ring, and he barely managed to keep his balance by gripping the ground with his toes.

His hand split open, and blood flowed down the hammer handle.

He looked up at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu stood still, her long hair being blown up by the air currents and then slowly falling back down.

His expression was cold and stern, and he didn't even seem to have any intention of giving chase.

It's not that we can't catch up.

It's disdain.