"That's right, I still have my Second Martial Soul." A spark returned to Tang San's eyes. Although he did not know what his Second Martial Soul was called, he knew it was extraordinary.
At this point, Tang San still did not know that his father was the Clear Sky Douluo, nor that his Second Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer. But he could judge from the rate at which his two Martial Souls consumed Soul Power and from their might. His Second Martial Soul was definitely extremely powerful. At least, he had yet to see anyone at Nuoding Academy whose Tool Martial Soul was stronger than his.
Then he would use such a powerful Martial Soul to strike it. He refused to believe he could not smash it open.
Tang San withdrew his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul into his body. Then, amid a faint fluctuation of power, a hammer appeared in his hand.
It was a jet-black hammer, its handle about half a foot long and its head cylindrical. It looked very much like a miniature forging hammer. Yet a peculiar gleam shone on its black surface, and a band of faint patterns wound around its cylindrical head.
This was Tang San's Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.
As Tang San poured his Soul Grandmaster-level Soul Power into the Clear Sky Hammer, it immediately shone with a pitch-black light, and the entire room grew oppressive.
"As expected of the Clear Sky Hammer. It truly deserves to be called the Number One Tool Martial Soul Under Heaven, possessing such might without a single Soul Ring attached. How terrifying will it be once Little San advances past Soul Saint and begins adding Soul Rings to it? Although Bibi Dong also has Twin Martial Souls, both are Spider Emperors, so they cannot complement each other. Little San, on the other hand, has one for assault and one for control. At the same level, he can firmly gain the upper hand over Bibi Dong." Yu Xiaogang murmured, looking at Tang San as though he were a priceless treasure.
If Tang San defeated Bibi Dong, or even her Martial Soul, someone with Bibi Dong's domineering personality might fight Tang San to the bitter end, until her beauty faded and her life was extinguished. The thought of Bibi Dong being defeated by Tang San brought Yu Xiaogang a little heartache, but also some anticipation.
Both the palm and the back of his hand were his own flesh. Still, when the time came, it would depend on how they performed. In any case, he stood in the middle. If Little San proved stronger, he would go to Erlong and train Little San together with her. After all, Erlong was beautiful too. Besides, if Little San could cripple Bibi Dong's cultivation, would it not be even better to have the noble His Holiness the Pope become like an ordinary mortal and stay by his side? His own cultivation was worthless too. Perhaps they would be even more loving then.
The thought of the noble, serene, beautiful Bibi Dong lying in his arms, letting him toy with her, stirred his excitement. By then, Bibi Dong would be nothing more than a mortal. Could he not do whatever he pleased? Imagining the lofty Bibi Dong falling into the mortal dust, becoming a good-for-nothing too, yet serving him wholeheartedly, gave him a peculiar thrill of satisfaction.
But by then, Bibi Dong would have no cultivation and would be as useless as any good-for-nothing. Though stunningly beautiful, she could only be his favored concubine.
If things really came to that, he could even establish a harem, with both Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong as his women. After all, Liu Erlong loved him so much that even knowing he was her older paternal cousin had not diminished her love in the slightest. There would be nothing wrong with finding an excuse to start a harem. Love meant learning to give. If she could not even accept him having a harem, how could she claim to love him?
After all these years, after bearing humiliation and burdens for so many years, he had never even tasted a woman. Once Tang San developed, he too would properly enjoy the pleasures of being a man.
"Teacher, what are you muttering about?" Tang San asked suddenly. He kept feeling that his teacher might know the origins of his Martial Soul. Otherwise, he would not have worn that expression.
"Nothing. Try smashing it with your Second Martial Soul." Yu Xiaogang reined in his thoughts and continued watching Tang San expectantly.
"All right." Tang San nodded, setting everything else aside. Getting this hat off was the most important thing now.
Bang. Tang San mustered all his Soul Power and smashed the hammer down on the top of his own head. But the hat remained completely intact, and all he felt was a heart-piercing pain at the crown of his head.
"Hiss, that hurts." Clutching his head, Tang San could not help sucking in a cold breath, and tears spilled uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes. How could an ordinary hammer compare to the force of the Clear Sky Hammer? That single blow had nearly knocked him senseless.
Yet the hat was still completely intact, without even the slightest trace of having been struck.
Tang San looked at the top of his head in the mirror. It was a glossy green, and he felt himself falling apart.
What on earth was this made of? How could it be so hard? When I hammer it, it turns hard. When I don't, it stays soft and won't stiffen. Is this really an ordinary hat? Why does it seem to have a spirit of its own?
Was this some kind of joke?
Tang San's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the floor. He had tried every method he could attempt now. What other way could there be to remove this hat? There probably was no other way left.
"This is bullying. This is going too far."
Tang San could no longer endure such humiliation. He had been iron-boned and unyielding all his life, yet he had to suffer such indignity. Why? He was Tang San. He had been born with memories of his previous life, the Tang Sect's supreme arts, Hidden Weapons, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, and even Twin Martial Souls. With so many good things, why was he still so miserable?
Xu Ran clearly did not look very old, so why was he so strong?
"Little San, ordinary methods cannot remove it. That only means you are too weak to take it off. Once your cultivation improves and you reach Titled Douluo, you will definitely be able to remove it." Yu Xiaogang said. Although he did not know why Tang San was in such agony, if this could turn Tang San's grief and anger into strength and make him cultivate even harder in the future, it would be an enormous blessing.
"Improve my strength?" Tang San clenched his fists, veins bulging along his arms. Naturally, he would cultivate hard. He would become the strongest in the world and trample Xu Ran beneath his feet. He would also take Xiao Wu back and let Xu Ran know that the person Xiao Wu truly loved was him.
"Besides, you must look at both sides of a problem. Although this hat cannot be removed, isn't that also a good thing? We cannot break through the defenses of such an indestructible treasure, so wouldn't the same be true of others? In future battles, it will be your supreme defensive treasure." Yu Xiaogang said, a keen gleam flashing in his eyes. As a theoretical grandmaster with exceptional intelligence, he could naturally see through this hat. No one below Soul Ancestor could dream of breaking through its defenses.
"Teacher, you're right. This hat's defenses are so strong that if I can't break through them, no one else should dream of it either." Tang San said, his gaze turning cold and merciless. He had already decided how to deal with Xu Ran. Xu Ran was very strong, even stronger than he was. But he knew that Xu Ran's Martial Soul should be some kind of sword. However powerful Xu Ran's sword was, it could not break through the hat's defenses.
When the time came, he would not need to worry about the vital point on his head, only protect the weak points on his body. That would make fighting much easier.
"Teacher, I'll be leaving now." Tang San bowed respectfully to Yu Xiaogang, then turned and left. A trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes. All he wanted now was to kill Xu Ran. Xu Ran had stolen his woman and tricked him into putting on this hat to humiliate him. If he did not avenge this grudge, he would be ashamed to call himself human.
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