The Advancement Tournament Ends

Indeed, there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding.

Before he could utter the words of surrender, a voice suddenly came from the stands.

"Little San, use her if you want, don't hide it!"

Tang San suddenly clenched his left hand, and a hammer appeared out of thin air, as if he had been waiting for these words.

The hammer was dark and heavy, like holding a mountain. He swung it upwards with one hand, the hammer wind colliding with Feng Xiaotian's slash, forcing his opponent back three steps, wings and all.

On the highest level of the stands, Xue Ye leaned forward slightly, his pupils shrinking sharply. "What is this?"

Ning Fengzhi stared at the hammer and slowly said, "In my opinion, this should be the Clear Sky Hammer. Tang San —has Twin Martial Souls."

"The Clear Sky Hammer? Could it be that Tang San is from the Clear Sky Sect?"

"I wouldn't know, Your Majesty."

Bishop Salas repeated the three words in a low voice, his face terribly grim. He turned his head and whispered a few words to the guard beside him.

In the stands, Yu Xiaogang excitedly stood up, "I knew it!"

Then his gaze turned to Wang Xingyu with Youyou look.

Wang Xingyu silently shifted his gaze to the sky beside him and whistled.

That shout just now was from him.

Those watching were all speechless, utterly astonished by Tang San's move.

Oscar rubbed his eyes. "No way, Third Brother has more hidden tricks up his sleeve?" Ma Hongjun also exclaimed, "Third Brother has way too many cheat codes!"

On the arena, Tang San wielded the Clear Sky Hammer, unleashing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, with endless hammer shadows, each strike precisely landing on Feng Xiaotian's slash.

Feng Xiaotian's thirty-six consecutive slashes were nearing their end, with both speed and power reaching their peak. Meanwhile, Tang San's Chaotic Cloak was also continuously stacking up—two tornadoes formed on the arena, one green and one blue, tearing and colliding with each other.

The cyan-blue ones are wind blades, and the blue ones are hammer shadows. The two forces intertwined, and the ear-piercing sound of metal colliding echoed throughout the arena.

Feng Xiaotian flapped his wings, soaring to the highest point in the sky. With all his might, he roared, "Huo Wu Sister—grant me power! Thirty-Sixth Slash!" He transformed into a blue-green meteor and crashed down vertically.

Tang San did not retreat. He gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly and swung it head-on at the meteor.

"Ah!"

With a loud bang, a shockwave exploded outwards.

Tang San knelt on one knee, the Clear Sky Hammer beside him, blood seeping from his tiger's mouth. Feng Xiaotian was sent flying backward by the shock, his body carving a long furrow in the ground before finally stopping at the edge of the arena.

Huo Wu jumped down from the stands, rushed to Feng Xiaotian's side, knelt down, and helped him up. "Feng Xiaotian!"

Feng Xiaotian lay in Huo Wu's arms, his eyes barely open, and asked weakly, "Xiao Wu... did I win?"

Huo Wu was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Yes, you won."

Feng Xiaotian closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, "You're lying to me. Is it because you've fallen in love with me?"

I fainted as soon as I finished speaking.

Tang San stood up from the ground, raised his left arm high, and clenched his fists.

The referee's voice echoed throughout the arena, "Shrek Academy —wins! Champion!"

Next came the awards ceremony. Xue Ye stood on the high platform, his voice solemn and resounding. "Congratulations to these fifteen teams for successfully advancing. Congratulations also to the Shrek Academy for winning the championship. Next is the grand final; I hope everyone can bring glory to the Empire."

The next day, the Shrek group split into four carriages and set off from Heaven Dou City towards Spirit City.

Flender, the Grandmaster, and Liu Erlong were in the first car, while Zhao Wuji and the other teachers stayed at the academy to continue teaching.

The girls rode in one carriage. Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing sat inside, while Luo Sanpao was also curled up in his seat, his pale purple body huddled together, and the two small horns on his head swayed slightly with the bumps of the carriage.

Tai Long, Huang Yuan, and Jing Ling shared a car. The last car was crammed with five people— Tang San, Wang Xingyu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar.

"This is too crowded." Dai Mubai looked around, his gaze landing on Oscar and Ma Hongjun. "Why don't you two go sit with Tai Long and the others? Or you could go to the Dean's car."

Ma Hongjun smiled and nudged closer to Dai Mubai, "Hey, Boss Dai, it's good to be close, and it's easier to chat when we're together."

Oscar immediately chimed in, "Yeah, yeah."

Dai Mubai complained, but he didn't really mean to kick them out. The carriage was a wide one, which could actually seat five people, but this captain had been idle for too long and couldn't stand not to complain a bit.

Tang San leaned against the window, still somewhat uneasy. "Xingyu, are we really sure we're safe from being exposed? Between the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall— "

"There's a conflict," Wang Xingyu continued, his gaze still fixed on the receding roadside trees outside the window. "And once we're exposed, the Spirit Hall will most likely send people to intercept and kill us."

Oscar gasped, his grin freezing instantly. "Huh? So you let Third Brother get exposed?"

Wang Xingyu then turned around and said in a calm tone, "Although they may come to intercept us, we are not the ones who should be worried."

The Old Monster followed behind. The three— Grandmaster, Liu Erlong, and Liu Erlong —Flender had unleashed their Martial Soul Fusion Skill — Golden Sacred Dragon —a power level comparable to Titled Douluo. Moreover, Grandmaster and Luo Sanpao had already reached Level 40, a far cry from their former selves. This already represented the combined power of two Titled Douluo.

He paused, glancing at the crowd. "And this is only what's on the surface."

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned closer. "Oh? On the surface? Could there be a hidden side as well?"

Wang Xingyu tilted his head towards Ning Rongrong's carriage. "Who is Rongrong? She's the young sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Do you think Sect Master Ning might have someone secretly following her?"

After listening, Dai Mubai said, "I see," then turned to Tang San and gave him a thumbs up. "So, in that case— Little San, it's good that you exposed yourself. But with our talents, I'm afraid even if Little San hadn't exposed himself, he would still have been targeted, after all, I'm already Soul King."

Tang San leaned against the carriage wall and thought about it carefully. It seemed to make sense.

"So unless they send three or more Titled Douluo, they're just coming to be easy prey."

Even if more than three people come, it won't make a difference.

Wang Xingyu turned his gaze back to the window, silently letting out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the Grandmaster hadn't pursued the Little San possessing Twin Martial Souls; otherwise, it would have been quite awkward.