Yang Dong and Tang Hao's First Clash (II)

Again!

Yang Dong's fighting spirit had been roused. Over all these years, Tang Hao was the only top-tier opponent he had ever encountered. He wanted to see whether, fighting at full strength, he could truly defeat Tang Hao.

"Interesting."

The smile on Tang Hao's face could not be hidden at all. He no longer used any soul skills either. He had figured it out—the guy opposite him might be a Support Type Soul Master, but he had attained considerable skill in swordsmanship. If they kept clashing head-on, he might be the one whose Soul Power ran dry first.

Take this!

Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique!

Tang Hao was stubbornly headstrong. Even knowing that it would be Yang Dong's home ground within that area, he still resolutely stepped into the range of the blade soul once again. Or perhaps it could be said that this was confidence!

With his swordsmanship and the blade soul's enhancement, Yang Dong naturally had nothing to fear.

The sword light flashed!

The heavy hammer struck!

For a time, the two were evenly matched, neither gaining any advantage.

"To trade blows with Hao for so long without falling behind, this fellow from the Wind Sword Sect is quite capable!"

Tang Xiao had appeared near the training grounds long ago. As the elder brother, he had always borne the responsibility of looking after his younger brother.

Even he was somewhat surprised by this sight. Within the Clear Sky Sect, nearly everyone at Tang Hao's level had been beaten flat by him. Other than Tang Xiao himself, no one else had been able to exchange blows with Tang Hao for this long.

Boom!

After the two exchanged another blow, the red array that had been covering the field finally faded away.

Is his Soul Power insufficient?

Tang Hao wiped the sweat from his brow and narrowed his eyes at Yang Dong in the distance.

A long, narrow sword wound ran along Tang Hao's left arm, and the sleeve on that arm had already been soaked through with blood.

Of course, he did not care. It was only a minor injury.

Besides, that guy opposite him had taken one of his hammer blows head-on. His left arm had probably been temporarily crippled, right?

Just now, both of them had adopted a fighting style of trading injury for injury.

Yang Dong's expression was somewhat strange. He had used his left arm to take Tang Hao's hammer blow. He had originally thought it would be temporarily disabled, but he had not expected this Ghost Hand to be completely unharmed.

Moreover, deep within his sea of consciousness, the Crystal Ball seemed to be showing some unusual movement as well.

Had I thought it was too fragile before?

Yang Dong raised his Ghost Hand, unable to stop himself from thinking.

Over the past few years, Yang Dong had protected his left arm extremely carefully. This had given him a mistaken impression—that his left arm was exceptionally fragile. But today, Tang Hao had done him a great favor.

"Haha, you can't sustain such enormous consumption with your Soul Power anymore, can you? You're quite good, but unfortunately, the victor is still me, Tang Hao!"

Tang Hao saw Yang Dong raise his left hand. That arm wrapped in black-purple energy looked truly savage to him.

"Not necessarily!"

Yang Dong clenched his left hand. The abundant sense of strength made him feel exceptionally secure.

"The real show is only just beginning!"

Yang Dong's Second Spirit Ring lit up.

A green Erosion Array spread out from Yang Dong as its center, enveloping Tang Hao in the blink of an eye.

"It weakens Soul Power and defense by twenty percent. That is the effect of my Second Soul Skill, Erosion. Your Soul Power should be much lower than mine now, shouldn't it?"

Yang Dong's voice drifted lightly into Tang Hao's ears.

"Damn it. I still underestimated you."

Tang Hao left the range of Erosion, but its effect did not end. Seeing the smile on Yang Dong's face, he felt extremely displeased.

"I'll still beat you!"

The First Spirit Ring and Second Spirit Ring above Tang Hao's head lit up at the same time.

First Soul Skill, Shocking Hammer.

Second Soul Skill, Strength Amplification.

These two soul skills could be used together. He had never expected the guy opposite him to force out this trump card of his.

The Haotian Hammer in his hand more than doubled in size, its jet-black sheen giving off a chilling, heart-palpitating glint!

Come and fight!

With a loud roar, every last bit of Tang Hao's Soul Power was drained away. If this strike failed to take down his opponent, he could only admit defeat.

"This is bad!"

The expressions of the onlookers changed drastically. Even an ordinary Soul Elder would have a hard time enduring this strike. Could that kid from the Wind Sword Sect block an attack like this?

"Brother Tamamo-no-Mae, should we intervene?"

A member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan watching nearby asked.

"No."

On the arena,

Yang Dong naturally felt the power of this attack. In terms of pure offense, Yang Dong could not reach such a level.

Moreover, he vaguely felt as if he had been locked onto.

Step off the arena and admit defeat?

The thought flashed through Yang Dong's mind.

Impossible!

There must be another way!

Yang Dong had no choice but to move. Staying where he was would only make him Tang Hao's target.

Three-Stage Slash!

Yang Dong's figure streaked toward the other side of the arena alongside a flash of sword light.

Just as Yang Dong had expected, Tang Hao's final attack had a locking effect.

It would not be easy for Yang Dong to evade this strike.

The three stages of slashing had passed, yet Tang Hao followed tightly behind him like a parasite clinging to the bone.

You have no more tricks left, do you?!

A smile appeared on Tang Hao's face. He had seen this slash before. There were only three stages. This battle would ultimately still be his victory!

Was there really only three stages?

If Yang Tianlang had been here, he would have smiled and quietly told Tang Hao, You've fallen for it!

Unfortunately, he was absent. At this moment, he was attending the Seven Sect Conference!

Feeling the fierce wind at his back, Yang Dong smiled. The fourth slash struck!

His body slid a great distance forward once more.

"He has won."

Tang Xiao sighed softly below the arena. He could sense Tang Hao's condition. Being able to pursue him this far was already Tang Hao's limit.

Hao, this time you'll finally get a taste of defeat, won't you?

"No, I haven't lost!"

Tang Hao's eyes on the arena were filled with disbelief. I won't allow it. How could I allow myself to lose here?!

Clinging to his conviction of victory, Tang Hao broke through his own limits. His feet, which had already stopped, took another heavy step forward, and he appeared behind Yang Dong once again.

Truly impressive. As expected of the next Haotian Douluo?

Yang Dong's muscles, which had begun to relax, instantly tensed again. He knew Tang Hao had caught up.

Again!

Fifth Slash!

Yang Yu gritted his teeth. The limit of Three-Stage Slash was Five Consecutive Slashes!

Over these past years, he had never been able to break through to the fifth slash. Today, under Heavy Pressure, Yang Dong suddenly understood. Following the trajectory after the fourth slash, his body slid another step forward.

That single step was the difference between heaven and hell!

Tang Hao's attack could only land on the arena floor. With a boom, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground.