The contestant sent out by the Clear Sky Sect was a burly man named Tang Biao. His arms were knotted with muscle and radiated a wild aura. He was nineteen, yet looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.
His Soul Power was only rank thirty-six, but his gaze at Yu Xiaojing brimmed with provocation.
"Kid, running into your Grandpa Tang Biao means you're out of luck!"
Yu Xiaojing grinned. "Anyone can talk tough. Just don't beg for mercy later."
"Yah, yah, yah! Take a hammer from your grandpa! First Soul Skill—Clear Sky Impact!"
Tang Biao flew into a rage. Black light surged in his palm as the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand. The yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, and with the massive hammer wrapped in force, he charged straight at Yu Xiaojing.
Yu Xiaojing instinctively wanted to activate his first Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw, and meet him head-on. But Yu Mingxiao's teachings suddenly flashed through his mind.
A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. He shifted sideways and darted toward Tang Biao's right, causing the heavy, powerful hammer strike to miss.
"Hm?" Tang Biao froze. Shouldn't this have been a contest between real men?
Why had he dodged?
But before he could think further, four or five lightning arrows shot at him from the right.
Tang Biao turned to the right and saw that Yu Xiaogang's third Soul Ring had already lit up. He had unleashed his third Soul Skill—Thunderous Might!
Tang Biao's gaze sharpened. Rather than dodge, he instinctively raised his hammer to meet the lightning arrows.
The hammerhead collided with a lightning arrow, and electricity instantly traveled along the metal hammer. Tang Biao's hands went numb, and the Clear Sky Hammer nearly flew from his grip.
The Clear Sky