Although she had been struck by the Blade of the Cliff from Xu Yue, Gu Yue did not suffer much injury, and even her dress remained largely intact.
Feeling the strength in Xu Yue's arms, Gu Yue's cheeks flushed slightly. She twisted her slender waist and landed lightly on the ground, humming softly:
"Hmph! I know!"
As she finished speaking, Gu Yue turned and walked toward the edge of the arena, while Tang Wulin, who had previously been knocked away by Xu Yue, rose from the ground.
"No, we haven't lost yet!"
As he spoke, Tang Wulin picked up his other Forging Hammer and charged toward Xu Yue once again.
However, this time, the outcome remained unchanged.
The Vortex Vanquisher, far heavier than any forging hammer, had its spear tip lightly tap against the hammerhead, and a mountain-toppling force sent him reeling back.
Tang Wulin felt the numbness in his arms, and the anxiety rising in his heart reached its peak at this moment.
Gu Yue had already exited the arena.
Xie Xie, under the suppression of Wei Xiaofeng, had also sustained significant injuries; he was only barely holding on by gritting his teeth, far from victory.
"Old Tang, what should I do?"
Tang Wulin called out in his heart, his tone filled with helplessness, "Xu Yue is simply too strong."
He could feel that even after unsealing the first seal, his strength was far greater than before.
But even so, in front of Xu Yue, he still felt as powerless as a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
"..." Tang San was silent for a moment before speaking, "Calm down. It is not the final moment yet; do not give up easily."
"Do you remember his battle with Guang Biao a few days ago?"
"Of course I remember!" Tang Wulin nodded.
"Although his shield is very sturdy, its duration is actually not long. As long as you can strike when his shield disappears..."
"No!" Tang Wulin refused flatly, "How could I do such a thing?"
Hearing this response, Tang San felt a surge of irritation within his Divine Sense.
"What have Tang Ziran and Lang Yue taught Wulin? In this world, only the result matters."
How powerful was the Martial Soul Hall back then, but what about twenty thousand years later?
It has long been nailed to the pillar of shame, while only the light of the Sea God shines brilliantly.
How advanced was the soul tool technology of the Mingde Hall back then, but what about now? Which faction dares to claim they surpass the Tang Sect in terms of soul tools?
Doesn't such a result explain everything?
"Fine, I will not force you!" Tang San sighed softly, "However, do you remember what you promised?"
Tang San's words landed heavily in Tang Wulin's heart.
What had he promised? He had promised Wu Zhangkong that he would bring home the championship of the Class Promotion Tournament.
After a brief moment of silence, Tang Wulin spoke again.
"But... can I really do it?"
"Believe in yourself!" Tang San's tone was gentle, guiding him, "And believe in... the dragon within you."
"..."
Xu Yue glanced at the fallen Tang Wulin, his gaze not lingering, and only nodded after seeing Wei Xiaofeng defeat Xie Xie.
He turned to look at Long Hengxu outside the arena and gave a slight nod.
At this point in the match, there was no point in continuing.
Thinking of this, the soul power surging on Xu Yue's body instantly receded, and the Jade Shield flickered a few times before shattering and disappearing.
Xu Xiaoyan smiled brightly, and Wei Xiaofeng looked satisfied.
A smile also appeared on Long Hengxu's face as he raised his right hand, preparing to announce the winner of the match.
However, at this very moment, an anomaly occurred!
Tang Wulin, who had been lying a few meters behind Xu Yue, suddenly erupted. With a look of determination, his figure shot out like a cannonball, his right hand swinging back.
In an instant, pieces of golden dragon scales surged out from beneath his flesh, flashing with a dazzling, blinding golden light.
Golden Dragon Claw!
A terrifying dragon might erupted outward at this moment.
Seeing this scene.
Mu Xi, Ouyang Zixin, Xu Xiaoyan, and the others changed expressions simultaneously, shouting loudly at Xu Yue.
"A-Yue! Watch out!"
Long Hengxu also roared, "Stop!"
Gu Yue, who had just reached the edge of the arena, also whipped her head around.
Those originally cold black eyes suddenly transformed into purple vertical pupils, staring fixedly at the golden scales emerging on Tang Wulin's arm.
"This is... his power?! How could it be in a human! This is impossible!!"
"Is he dead? What on earth happened to the God Realm?"
The resonance hidden deep within her bloodline forced Gu Yue to think of the worst possible outcome.
Thinking of this, a heaven-shaking killing intent suddenly erupted from her purple dragon pupils.
"The power of the Dragon Clan shall never be tainted by outsiders!!"
Xu Yue also sensed the strong wind coming from behind; that terrifying dragon might, carrying an aura of destruction, was striking toward his back.
But the distance was too close, leaving him with little time.
In his Sea of Spirit, the Spear Intent of Rock erupted with a roar.
His spiritual power condensed into one, sweeping outward like a jet of rock squeezed by tectonic plates.
In an instant, it formed a spiritual torrent that slammed into the Sea of Spirit of Tang Wulin, causing his consciousness to blur.
However, the Golden Dragon Claw had already reached him.
The power of destruction instantly pierced through Xu Yue's school uniform, slamming into the firm muscles of his flank.
A sharp pain surged into his heart in an instant.
For a long time, under the protection of the Jade Shield.
Xu Yue had almost never suffered an injury in actual combat, even under the tutelage of Leng Yaozhu and Yang Xiong.
But today, due to a moment of negligence, he felt pain.
At this moment.
A surge of anger suddenly rose in Xu Yue's heart.
He hadn't taken this battle seriously at all.
After all, it was just a Class Promotion Tournament; as long as his opponent realized the gap, he couldn't be bothered to use his full strength.
Just like with Gu Yue, even though the Blade of the Cliff hadn't caused much damage, she understood in her heart that Xu Yue had held back.
In a trance, Xu Yue seemed to hear an angry dragon roar in his heart, and an incredibly intense desire for Destruction swept through his body and mind.
Almost simultaneously, the Star of Eden appeared at his side.
Black and red light flowed over his skin, forming a reverse gravity field that, combined with his spear intent, violently forced Tang Wulin's body away.
Boom!
Tang Wulin's body was sent flying, slamming heavily onto the metal floor dozens of meters away.
Wherever the Golden Dragon Claw passed, it left deep gouges.
Xu Yue looked down at his wound.
The disparity in strength between the two was too vast, so even the shattering effect of the Golden Dragon Claw hadn't caused significant damage.
It was, however, enough to break his defense.
Drops of blood seeped out, staining the nearby school uniform red.
Looking at this splash of crimson, the intent of Destruction in Xu Yue's heart, stimulated by the Golden Dragon King, grew increasingly intense.
It caused a red light to flicker in his eyes.
Black and red gravity continued to condense, turning into bolts of lightning that lifted Xu Yue's body into the high air.
Seeing this scene, Wu Zhangkong's expression changed drastically, and without a second thought, he rushed toward the arena.
In the distance, Tang Wulin was also stimulated by the dragon roar inside Xu Yue, and his Golden Dragon King bloodline began to stir as well.
Golden dragon scales spread continuously up his arm, while simultaneously supporting Tang Wulin's injured body as he gradually stood up.
Under the stimulation of the spear intent, Tang Wulin's consciousness was hazy, remembering only his promise to Wu Zhangkong and the teachings of Old Tang.
"Class Promotion Tournament... persist... I cannot lose..."
But before Tang Wulin's body could fully stand, a voice containing fury and destruction exploded across the entire training ground.
It was like the wrath of the heavens, the world turning upside down!
"Enough, kneel down!!!"
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