Early the next morning, the campus erupted into an uproar.
After a night of spreading, news of the great battle in Heaven Dou City had become common knowledge.
Everywhere, students gathered in twos and threes, excitedly discussing it:
"Have you heard? Clear Sky Douluo stormed Spirit Hall single-handedly and fought eleven Titled Douluos all night!"
"That hundred-meter blood-red hammer could be seen from halfway across the city!"
"Too bad we didn't see it ourselves. That was a once-in-a-thousand-years spectacle!"
Overnight, word of the battle had spread throughout Heaven Dou City.
Tang Hao facing eleven Titled Douluos alone, a hundred-meter blood-red hammer driving several of them back with one blow, Spirit Hall's hostages being rescued amid the chaos-the stories grew more fantastic and outlandish with every retelling, leaving listeners wide-eyed and clicking their tongues in wonder.
Eventually, even baseless claims began to surface: Tang Hao had crushed half a street beneath a single step, or the Titled Douluos had fought so fiercely that they scattered the clouds overhead.
No one could separate truth from fiction, but the tales were too thrilling to resist.
After hearing what had happened, most students could not help lamenting that they had missed such an enormous spectacle.
The more boisterous ones slapped their thighs and repeatedly cried out over their loss. Some even gestured vividly as they spoke, as though they had seen that hundred-meter hammer themselves.
Only later did someone reveal the truth: the academy's leadership had received a message from Spirit Hall the previous night and expressly forbidden students from going out to watch.
Otherwise, with all that commotion the night before, Heaven Dou City would surely have been packed to overflowing.
Only then did everyone understand, though another round of sighs inevitably followed.
Some muttered indignantly that Spirit Hall had caused such an