At this moment, Tang Wei could not help nodding as he said:
"As expected of Xiao San."
"Although Lin Chuan is a healing-type Soul Master and can hold out for a while, he'll ultimately be defeated."
Tang Xiao said, "Looks like we've won this time."
Tang Hao was already thinking about the next match.
"I hope Bibi Dong can give us a little surprise."
On the other side, among the Spirit Hall group,
Jin Kuang and Qiangu Feiyun could hardly bear to watch.
In their eyes, Lin Chuan had fallen into the rhythm of the Clear Sky Sect's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. If he could not interrupt it, only defeat awaited him.
And just as everyone expected,
Lin Chuan handled the blows fairly easily at first, but by the time he took the twentieth hammer strike, a little blood had trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Bibi Dong's initial confidence gradually gave way to a little worry.
She had originally thought her junior brother was putting on an act.
She had not expected her stinking junior brother to actually get hurt.
She looked toward Tang San, her expression unfriendly.
How dare he hurt my junior brother?
That Tang San deserves to die!
Seeing Bibi Dong so worked up, with even a trace of killing intent in her eyes,
Qian Xunji patted her hair and said:
"Believe in Chuan'er."
"When has he ever done anything he wasn't confident about?"
Bibi Dong came to her senses, and most of the anger in her heart immediately faded.
She looked at her stinking junior brother suspiciously.
Could he still be putting on an act, even now?
Does he have to make everyone worry about him?
In the arena, Lin Chuan had already taken twenty-six hammer strikes in a row.
Tang San's momentum had climbed to a minor peak.
The lightning on the Clear Sky Hammer shone with a blinding brilliance.
When the twenty-seventh strike came crashing toward Lin Chuan, he seemed unable to withstand its tremendous force and was sent flying.
"Good!"
Someone on the Clear Sky Sect's side had already risen to their feet.
But as Lin Chuan flew backward, he accelerated with his wings, seemingly trying to use the force of the rebound to retreat.
Seeing this, the Spirit Hall group breathed a sigh of relief. At least there was still a chance.
But Tang San let out a loud laugh. "This time, I won't miss again!"
The twenty-eighth strike of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!
Everything hung by a hair!
Drawing on the terrifying power accumulated through those twenty-eight strikes, Tang San once again hurled the Clear Sky Hammer as a Hidden Weapon.
By his calculations, Lin Chuan could not possibly dodge this strike.
He was in midair, his old strength exhausted and his new strength yet to rise.
This was the opening Tang San had seized upon.
At that very instant, when victory or defeat hung in the balance, the corner of Qian Daoliu's mouth curled upward.
"This time, it seems our Spirit Hall has won."
Tang Chen also sighed:
"Brother Qian, it seems your Spirit Hall has the upper hand this time. I'm thoroughly convinced."
The next moment, Tang Chen abruptly rose to his feet.
His figure vanished from his seat.
"Clang!"
A clear, crisp sound rang out.
Tang Chen stood in the arena, casually catching the Clear Sky Hammer Tang San had thrown with one hand.
The Clear Sky Sect's people were stunned at the sight.
They did not know what Ancestor Tang Chen was doing either.
"Why did the ancestor step in personally?"
"Does that mean we lost?"
And it was not just the Clear Sky Sect. Most of the Spirit Hall group had not understood either.
Jin Kuang looked at Qiangu Feiyun. "We won?"
Qiangu Feiyun nodded. "Judging by what the Great Enshrined said, that should be what he meant."
Bibi Dong, meanwhile, nearly jumped for joy. "Stinking junior brother, well done!"
Although she did not know how her stinking junior brother had won, this was the time to swagger.
Qian Xunji's eyes were also filled with pride.
As the disciple she had trained herself, he was her pride.
Qian Daoliu stood up and said with a smile:
"Chuan'er, that's enough."
Hearing this, Lin Chuan, still in midair, pointed with two fingers held like a sword.
Immediately, six Light Wing Blades appeared in the empty space around Tang San.
Each of the six Light Wing Blades was aimed at a vital point on Tang San's body, just inches away.
With a single thought from Lin Chuan, Tang San probably would not even have a chance to react.
The Clear Sky Sect's people could not believe it.
"When did he set up those six swords?"
"Wasn't he getting beaten the whole time?"
Although they asked, they already understood.
Lin Chuan being driven back step by step by Tang San.
Having no choice but to use a Soul Skill to heal himself.
It had all been a smokescreen. Lin Chuan had already laid a deadly trap and waited for Tang San to step into it.
Tang San's face turned deathly pale. He could sense the terrifying Soul Power attached to those blades of light.
And that was with the blades visible.
If those blades had remained invisible, he would probably have been poked into a hedgehog the next moment.
He said helplessly:
"I lost."
If there had been any way around it, he would never have been willing to admit defeat.
After all, he possessed the memories of two lives, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, Innate Full Soul Power, Twin Martial Souls, and a top-tier tool Martial Soul.
Yet he had lost to a mere healing-type Soul Master!
And he had lost in a battle of wits, at that.
That left him somewhat unconvinced.
Unwilling to accept it, he asked, "So from the beginning, you deliberately let me see through your concealment?"
He could not believe that, with his Purple Demon Eye and his eye Martial Soul, he had failed to see through a concealment.
Lin Chuan gently flapped his wings and landed on the ground. Then he withdrew the six Light Wing Blades and said with a smile:
"If I hadn't let you see through it, how would you have thought victory was in your grasp?"
"Who says my concealment can only conceal me and can't be used to conceal my skills?"
This was also a finishing move Lin Chuan had envisioned for the future.
It was like combining Invisible Air with Unlimited Blade Works.
Or, in other words, it was Myriad Swords Return to the Sect, with swords whose blades could be concealed.
Caught off guard, even experts two or three levels above Lin Chuan might not be able to react in time.
Hearing Lin Chuan's words, Tang San was left dispirited.
Among his peers in the Clear Sky Sect, he had never met a match.
He had thought the rest of the world would be much the same.
He had never expected to lose his very first match representing the Clear Sky Sect.
Now, how could he face the many elders of the Clear Sky Sect?
In the stands,
Tang Wei, the Clear Sky Sect's master, wore a conflicted expression.
He had never imagined Tang San would lose.
And the healing-type Soul Master on the opposing side possessed such scheming and talent.
It was simply too terrifying.
Perhaps he had been wrong.
The most terrifying member of the Spirit Hall's entire younger generation might not be Bibi Dong, but Lin Chuan.
After Tang San stepped down from the arena, his elder brothers, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, comforted him.
"Xiao San, one defeat is nothing."
Tang Wei also offered encouragement:
"You only lost because he had a strange concealment skill."
"That won't happen again next time."
Tang San nodded numbly.
If he had not relied on the Tang Sect's foundation today-the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Mysterious Jade Hand, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, and Purple Demon Eye-he might have lost even faster.
If it had been an ordinary Clear Sky Sect disciple, the gap between him and Lin Chuan would only have been greater.
Although he knew his father was trying to comfort him, he simply could not be as optimistic as his father suggested.
At this moment, loud cheers rang out from the Spirit Hall's side.