Symbol of Absolute Violence

Wu Changkong was already standing in the center, looking up at Tang Wulin.

"Come."

Tang Wulin walked forward, gripping the hammer's handle. The hammerhead was heavy, weighing down in his palm. Dark golden patterns slowly spread along the engraved ring.

He took a deep breath, activated his soul power, raised the hammer above his head, and swung it down in a full arc.

The Clear Sky Hammer crashed into the ground with dark golden lightning. Shattered stones exploded outward, and cracks spread from beneath his feet in every direction.

The entire arena trembled. Beneath the sound of impact came a low dragon's roar.

A layer of dark red light patterns seeped across the hammer's surface, as though something were surging beneath its iron shell.

Gu Yue stood to one side, her gaze fixed on that hammer.

The aura emitted by the hammer was brutal and domineering.

It made her frown deeply.

This aura... it truly is you, Golden Dragon. You can actually evolve a martial soul to this extent.

Her fingers clenched the hem of her school uniform, tightening before loosening again.

"Teacher Wu, I'm going in."

Tang Wulin closed his eyes and felt the rhythm of Wu Changkong's soul power fluctuations. The hammer handle trembled faintly in his palm, gradually syncing with the heartbeat in his chest.

It's too early to use Chaotic Wind. I'll test its power first.

He swung the Clear Sky Hammer in a semicircle around himself.

Boom!

The first hammer strike hit the ground, and dark golden lightning erupted from the cracks, surging across the ground toward Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong was already suspended in midair. The Heavenfrost Sword turned in his hand, its blade sweeping out several icy blue sword energies that sliced apart the lightning.

The arcs of electricity shattered into scattered motes of light. Tang Wulin did not stop. He realized that he could control something else as well.

When the second hammer descended, countless earthen spikes tore through the arena.

They sealed off all of Wu Changkong's escape routes. Wu Changkong twisted aside, and aside from continuing upward, he had no other option.

But he did not. The sword hilt in his hand shifted direction.

The arc of light from his first soul skill rippled out from the blade. He had suppressed his soul power to three rings, so his counterattack was half a beat too slow. Even so, the earthen spikes forced him back some distance.

Elsewhere.

Within the dust and smoke, Tang Wulin's chest flashed. Dark golden light shone through from his chest, as though something had pulsed once before dimming again.

The power of his blood essence surged from his torso bone, flooding through his meridians and into his entire body before converging within the Clear Sky Hammer.

The dark red patterns on the hammer grew brighter and brighter.

Tang Wulin opened his eyes. "Perfect. This will put your concerns to rest."

He released the hand gripping the hammer. The hammer began to transform in his palm. Its cylindrical head lengthened and stretched, while dark red light seeped from within the metal. The entire hammer flowed like molten iron.

A dark golden longsword.

"Hah!" He unleashed all the power condensed within the longsword in his hand.

A crimson slash wrapped in dark golden lightning poured forth from the dust and smoke.

Snow filled the sky as it descended. Wu Changkong hovered in midair, wings formed of ice spreading behind him. He saw that slash and understood the power behind it.

Tang Wulin's soul skill possessed far more power than a two-ring soul master should have had.

The Heavenfrost Sword likewise unleashed the power of ice.

Crimson collided with icy blue. Red and blue crashed together in the center of the arena, and the resulting storm tore up another layer of the ground.

Gu Yue grabbed Xie Xie and retreated. An earthen wall rose beside her feet, only to be shattered layer by layer by the shockwave.

Even after she steadied herself, she continued looking back, her gaze following that red arc of light.

"Are you about to awaken, Golden Dragon?"

Only two streams of sword energy remained clashing in the arena, producing a piercing screech.

When the Heavenfrost Sword was forced back half a foot, Wu Changkong lifted his suppression.

Titled Douluo-level soul power erupted from the sword, and the icy blue light instantly surged. The crimson arc, along with the remaining lightning, was torn apart.

The wind, snow, dust, and smoke settled at the same time.

Wu Changkong stood in midair, the Heavenfrost Sword hanging at his side as he looked down at the youth below, who was bracing himself against his knees and gasping for breath.

He put away his sword, landed on the ground, and walked over to Tang Wulin.

He glanced at the longsword in Tang Wulin's hand. Without soul power to sustain it, it was turning into specks of starlight and dispersing.

"How do you feel?" Wu Changkong sent soul power into his body.

"I'm fine, Teacher. I can feel that it isn't causing any backlash against me."

"That's good. We'll stop here for today. Your expenditure just now was indeed considerable."

"Mm."

As he watched Tang Wulin leave the stage, Wu Changkong stared at his retreating back. "You really are becoming more and more of a... monster, Tang Wulin." The Heavenfrost Sword vanished from his hand. "Next, Xie Xie."