One Wasn't Enough? Then a Few More-Tang Hao Was Blown Senseless

As the shockwave slowly faded, the scene lay in ruins.

Tang Hao crashed to the ground, his clothes torn to shreds.

Not a trace of the Clear Sky Douluo's domineering presence remained.

He stood frozen, eyes vacant and mind blank, utterly stunned by an explosion that defied all reason.

He stared at the mushroom cloud slowly dissipating in the sky, his blood churning.

Inside, he was reeling.

In decades of roaming the continent, he had never seen power so strange or terrifying.

A crystal smaller than a fingertip, seemingly unremarkable, had unleashed such force.

If not for the instincts honed through years of life-and-death battles,

he would not have summoned his Clear Sky Hammer at the critical moment and braced its massive head before him to withstand the blast.

He might not have been able to stand at all.

Even so,

the explosion had left his meridians aching and reopened old wounds. His already damaged and stagnant Soul Power fell further into disorder.

High above, Sword Douluo hovered steadily with Qin Yun.

He had heard Qin Yun's warning and withdrawn from the blast radius in time, so they had barely been affected.

But Chen Xin, too, was shaken by the power of Uranium Crystal Fission.

How many more secrets did this young man have?

Qin Yun looked coldly down at Tang Hao and spoke without hesitation.

"Senior, take me higher. I need a view from above."

"All right."

Sword Douluo did not hesitate.

Soul Power burst beneath his feet, and a gleaming sword took shape in midair, bearing them both steadily.

The sword streaked through the air, covering a hundred yards in an instant and carrying Qin Yun several hundred meters up, where he could look down over the entire forest.

Qin Yun turned his palm, and three more Uranium Crystals appeared.

His eyes were cold as frost, his resolve to kill unwavering.

Now that he had clashed with Tang Hao, there was no reason to hold back.

Mercy toward an enemy was cruelty toward himself.

Today, he would crush Tang Hao completely, break his will to fight, and leave him incapable of pursuit or revenge.

"Tang Hao, take this!"

Qin Yun's cold words rang out.

He snapped his wrist, sending the three Uranium Crystals plummeting one after another toward Tang Hao in the ruins below!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three earthshaking blasts erupted in rapid succession.

The explosions compounded one another, wave upon wave of scorching air surging outward.

The nearby waterfall evaporated, and countless stones shattered in the heat.

Dust and smoke blotted out the sky.

Below, Tang Hao went deathly pale, his pupils contracting.

Qin Yun's attacks came one after another, giving him no time to catch his breath, recover, or react.

He did not dare hesitate. Gritting his teeth, he endured the agony of his old wounds flaring up.

"Clear Sky Protection!"

His low shout rang through the ruins.

Soul Power surged through the black Clear Sky Hammer. It swelled several times over, shielding him from the front.

The patterns on its dark surface flared, and its dim glow blazed to its limit as he poured everything he had into resisting the Uranium Crystals' destructive force.

The first explosion struck. The massive Clear Sky Hammer shook violently, and most of its light faded.

Tang Hao's arms went numb, and the skin between his thumbs and forefingers split open.

Blood dripped between his fingers. His legs buckled, driving him to one knee in the collapsing earth.

The second explosion followed close behind, its violent energy hammering against the weapon.

The terrible impact traveled through the giant hammer and into his body. Tang Hao spat a mouthful of blood.

He trembled so fiercely that he could barely hold on to the Clear Sky Hammer.

The third explosion struck.

Tang Hao shuddered from head to toe. The blast hurled him away, and he slammed heavily into the ground.

The Tang Hao of this moment bore no resemblance to the man whose mere step had seemed to shake the mountains and whose fury had once cowed the forest.

The relentless, unnatural explosions had left him utterly dazed.

Moments ago, his heart had burned with the desire to reclaim the Blue Silver Emperor, recover the Soul Bone, and kill the intruder.

Now, overwhelming terror and helplessness had replaced it all.

The strange power in this boy's hands

lay entirely outside the system of Soul Masters. It made no sense.

Qin Yun watched Tang Hao struggle to hold on below.

His gaze did not waver.

Light flickered in his palm. Three clear, gleaming Uranium Crystals appeared again, brimming with destructive power as they rested on his fingertips.

Beside him, Sword Douluo stood on his sword, overwhelmed by what he had seen.

He looked at the young man beside him, so merciless despite his age,

then at the Clear Sky Douluo below, who had once struck fear into all of Douluo Continent, and could only marvel at the turn of events.

Who could have predicted

that a true Titled Douluo, the continent's youngest legendary powerhouse, would be driven to such straits by a mere level-forty-seven Soul Ancestor?

Tang Hao's hammer techniques were unmatched, and Soul Bones bolstered his entire body.

Yet now he could only cower behind his hammer, desperately defending himself. He had been forced to take every blow, with no chance to strike back at all.

Of course, Chen Xin had helped make that possible.

He had given Qin Yun a place from which to attack in complete safety.

He had also given him speed and the advantage of height.

But the power that had truly decided the battle was the explosive force in Qin Yun's hands, a force beyond the Soul Master system.

Without another moment's hesitation, Qin Yun flicked his wrist. The three Uranium Crystals plunged downward.

In an instant, blinding white light swept across the landscape, and deafening explosions erupted.

Tang Hao's body was covered in hideous burns. His flesh was charred and split open, and his clothes had long since turned to ash.

He was smeared with blood and battered beyond recognition.

Worse still was the strange Radiation left by the Uranium Crystal explosions. Invisible and insubstantial, it seeped through his damaged skin, coursed along his meridians, and ate into his flesh, bringing persistent, searing pain that pierced him to the bone.

It was nothing like the pain of an ordinary wound.

That sinister burning had taken root inside him and would not fade.

It steadily drained his strength and Soul Power.

His body grew weak, and the flow of his Soul Power slowed almost to a halt.

Tang Hao finally wanted to retreat.

He no longer had the confidence—or the delusion—that he could seize the Soul Bone and reclaim the Blue Silver Emperor.

He knew that if he stayed, the explosions would kill him.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and endured the pain wracking his body.

Using the blast wave from the latest explosions to propel himself, he sprang backward into the air. He gave up the fight, turned, and fled wildly.

The once-renowned Clear Sky Douluo

had finally been defeated by the relentless Uranium Crystal bombardment.

Gravely wounded and racked by that strange burning pain, he fled in disgrace.

Sword Douluo asked, "Tang Hao's escaping. Do we pursue him?"

Qin Yun remained calm.

He looked in the direction Tang Hao had fled and shook his head slightly.

"No. Let him go."

"After this fight, he's badly wounded, his meridians are damaged, and he's been exposed to Uranium Crystal Radiation. He won't be causing trouble anytime soon."

"Besides, Spirit Hall has spent years hunting him. Wounded like that, he'll have enough to worry about."

"It seems Uranium Crystals still aren't quite powerful enough to kill a Titled Douluo outright."

"And if Tang Hao fought back with nothing left to lose, something could go wrong."