No Martial Virtue, Hidden Weapons Laced with Poison?

Immediately afterward, six differently styled swords shot into the sky. Then, in midair, the six swords merged into one, transforming into a giant sword condensed from gray mist.

The giant sword then settled steadily into the hands of the humanoid phantom behind Zhen Gang.

"Slash!"

Zhen Gang's icy voice rang out.

As soon as he spoke, the humanoid phantom behind him swung its giant sword at the charging Tang San.

Tang San's expression changed slightly at the sight, but he did not panic.

His figure paused briefly, forcibly interrupting the Clear Sky Hammer he had swung.

Then he stood still, drew a deep breath, and his gaze turned cold and fierce.

"Chaotic Cloak! Nine-Nine Return as One!"

He shouted coldly and swung the Clear Sky Hammer once more.

Yet its momentum was utterly different from before. Strands of lightning surged over the Clear Sky Hammer, and piercing whistles tore through the air.

"Break!"

After completing his charge-up, Tang San's face twisted slightly. He leaped into the air, raised the Clear Sky Hammer high, poured all the Soul Power in his body into that strike, and smashed it viciously into the descending giant sword.

"Clang!"

Sword and hammer collided, producing an ear-piercing sound.

Seeing this, everyone in the spectator stands held their breath, their sharp eyes locked firmly onto the two men on the arena.

This match had turned around again and again. Until the very last moment, no one knew who the final victor would be.

Just like at the beginning, everyone had been certain Shrek Academy would win. But who could have expected the Six Sword Slaves to possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill? And who could have expected Tang San to have Twin Martial Souls?

Therefore, not to miss this thrilling match, they now hardly even dared to