The wind over Black Marsh abruptly stilled. The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Chen's hand trembled faintly, yet not a trace of violent Soul Power leaked out. All of its power was condensed within the hammer itself, and even the surrounding mud did not ripple in the slightest.
Completely unlike Tang Hao's fierce, broad-stroke hammer technique that broke through all methods with brute force, Tang Chen's hammer technique was still as an abyss and steady as a mountain, yet in motion it was as elusive as an antelope's horn. Every subtle movement concealed countless follow-up variations. He had brought the Clear Sky Sect's centuries of hammer techniques to their absolute pinnacle.
"Li Pu, you destroyed my sect and humiliated my descendants. Today, I will show you that the Clear Sky Sect's hammer techniques have never been about brute force alone."
As Tang Chen's voice fell, his figure suddenly flickered, leaving behind three afterimages so lifelike they were impossible to distinguish from the real one. The three afterimages swung their hammers simultaneously, each strike coming from an incomparably tricky angle and sealing off every avenue of escape above, through, and below Li Pu.
This was no simple clone technique. Through the ultimate fusion of footwork and hammer technique, every afterimage possessed seventy percent of the true body's power. The three hammer strikes echoed one another; when one moved, all three changed. Even if one evaded two strikes, the third would follow the path of that evasion and precisely bite into the opponent's opening.
"Interesting."
Li Pu chuckled, still standing where he was. With a casual turn of his left hand, three round Bun Bombs appeared in his palm.
One was icy blue all over, one glowed crimson, and the last was wrapped in faint purple lightning.
The three Bun Bombs flew