Drawn by that black light, the Clear Sky Hammer materialized from above.
The hammer did not spin at all. It simply hurtled straight in one direction, and the moment it was unleashed, a thunderous roar rang out from it. Before everyone's eyes, the once-small hammer swelled against the wind, its head growing to the size of a water vat in an instant.
Magnificent patterns radiated from the hammer under the sunlight. A terrifying aura erupted with dense black light, trailing a black blaze through the air.
Every Soul Master above level sixty and over fifty years old trembled inwardly at that moment. They all knew perfectly well what it was: the Clear Sky Hammer.
It was a supreme martial soul, a true apex martial soul of the continent, one that had forged countless glorious legends throughout the Soul Master World. It stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid of tool martial souls. It represented not only a sect, but countless powerhouses-and, above all, the most overwhelming strength and offense.
"Martial Soul Avatar! Hah!"
Tang San twisted halfway around in midair, gripping the hammer with both hands. His calves drove his waist, his waist drove his back, and his back drove his arms. With that half-turn, he brought the black Clear Sky Hammer crashing down on Huo Yuhao.
A strike from midair.
At that moment, every gaze rested on the Clear Sky Hammer.
Through the Seven-in-One Fusion Skill, seven level-forty Soul Ancestors had unleashed the strength of a Soul Saint.
He couldn't stop it.
That was the only thought in the minds of every team watching.
Yet what happened next left everyone utterly stunned.
The pressure unique to a Titled Douluo instantly swept across the entire arena, and one suffocating soul ring after another rose from beneath Huo Yuhao's feet.
Red, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold, red, red, red. The Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion's eight soul rings-four red and four orange-gold-blazed across the arena.
Shocking?
No!
It blew their minds!
What kind of heaven-defying soul ring configuration was that? Was Huo Yuhao even human?!
Almost instantly, every spectator in the stands rose to their feet, without a single exception.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction from the raised platform. No one knew how excited, how proud, how utterly triumphant she felt.
Building momentum.
This was exactly the momentum she wanted.
And all this glory came from Huo Yuhao.
Those in the preparation area had been especially smug about the Seven-in-One Fusion Skill, only to feel their hearts turn halfway to ice now.
Eight rings! A Soul Douluo!
And what was that soul ring configuration? It defied the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of the Soul Master World. In fact, it defied every theory about Soul Masters.
"The world's number-one power attack-type tool martial soul."
Dressed in white robes, Huo Yuhao faced the pressure of the Clear Sky Hammer descending on his head. His black hair and robes stirred without wind. Gazing up at the falling hammer, he curled his lips slightly. "Let me experience it for myself."
His words fell.
Huo Yuhao raised one hand as though holding up the heavens.
Taking it head-on?!
Yes, head-on!
BOOM!!!
The black Clear Sky Hammer collided thunderously with the palm of the white-robed Huo Yuhao.
An ear-piercing cracking sound swept through the entire Pope's Hall.
In an instant, the ground shook, and sand and stone flew into the air, obscuring everyone in the arena.
The green granite paving Spirit Hall Square could withstand a Soul Emperor's full-powered strike. That alone showed how powerful this blow was.
What happened?!
Had Huo Yuhao just caught the Clear Sky Hammer with his bare hand?!
Outside the arena, the people from the Five Elements Academy and all the other spectators sprang up in shock almost simultaneously. This time, they truly could not remain seated.
Surely not! Even a Soul Douluo wouldn't dare take a full-powered strike backed by a Soul Saint's strength head-on, much less one from the world's number-one Clear Sky Hammer!
But in the next second-
Aside from Tang San, the other Shrek Seven Devils hovering behind him-Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong-seemed to suffer a violent backlash. Each involuntarily spewed a mouthful of blood. Their bodies blasted away like cannonballs, hurtling in different directions into the Defensive Light Barrier at the edge of the arena before dropping to the ground beneath countless shocked, disbelieving gazes.
At the same time, the violent tremor shattered the Eight Spider Lances on Tang San's back.
Holy shit!
What happened?
Cries of shock rang out, and almost everyone was plunged into astonishment.
Even Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Ning Fengzhi, and the others on the raised platform involuntarily stood up, their eyes fixed on the dust that was about to settle in the arena.
"Soul Douluo!!!"
Tang San's face went pale, and bright red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were now filled with fear and disbelief. He even felt as though he had just died once. "How is this possible?!"
The dust settled.
Huo Yuhao's figure appeared before everyone's eyes.
He still held one hand up toward the heavens.
His palm pressed against the underside of the enormous, pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer, giving the impression that he was holding up a mountain with one hand.
"Soul Douluo?"
Huo Yuhao's lips curved slightly. Fooled you. I'm not a Soul Douluo. I'm a Titled Douluo!
As his words fell-
In the very next second, beneath countless astonished gazes, a crack suddenly appeared in the black Clear Sky Hammer. It then spread like a spiderweb at a speed visible to the naked eye.
BANG!!!
The Clear Sky Hammer exploded into fragments right in Huo Yuhao's palm.
At the same time, Tang San suffered an exceptionally severe backlash, flying backward and crashing to the ground.
Everyone at the Judges' Panel froze.
Their widened eyes held nothing but shock.
From the Clear Sky Hammer's dazzling entrance to Huo Yuhao shattering it with a single palm, the emotional plunge was as thrilling as a roller coaster.
At the Judges' Panel, the corner of Qian Renxue's eye twitched violently twice. She could not help blurting out, "Teacher, it looks like you really guessed wrong this time."
The corner of Ning Fengzhi's eye twitched. For a moment, he did not know how to explain it.
An Eight-Ring Soul Douluo.
He had actually dared to take the world's number-one tool martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, head-on?
This was no longer merely unbelievable. It was so inconceivable that it shattered everything he thought he knew about Soul Masters.
"Titled Douluo!"
In the end, Chen Xin gave everyone the answer. "Although he only has eight rings, his strength has already reached the level of a Titled Douluo. And he isn't an ordinary Titled Douluo, either. His true strength may already surpass that of a level-ninety-five Titled Douluo."
Having said that-
Still shaken, Chen Xin turned to look at Bibi Dong.
Spirit Hall.
They had actually nurtured a Super Douluo in his twenties.
Now, this match seemed to have lost its original meaning. It was like a giant facing a group of three-year-old children.
Spirit Hall intended to strike the mountain to frighten the tiger, telling every faction and sect across the continent: our younger generation has a Titled Douluo, and yours had better have one too.
"It's not over yet."
Unwilling to concede, Tang San glanced at his unconscious teammates, then struggled to his feet. He picked up the shattered fragments of the Eight Spider Lances from the ground, and his hands gradually turned the color of jade.
He could still stand?!
Even Huo Yuhao could not help frowning.
God King Tang certainly lived up to his protagonist's halo. He could still fight back after all that? In plain terms, he had a foundation of providence propping him up.
In that case, sorry about this.
Time to lull you to sleep for good.
Then my ears would finally have some peace.
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