Blue Silver Grass and the Haotian Hammer — one was of the heavens, the other of the earth. And yet these two Martial Souls had appeared on the same person.
No one understood why this was possible. No one had an answer. But at this moment, only one phrase echoed through every mind: Twin Martial Soul.
The Haotian Clan. The Haotian Hammer. Twin Martial Soul. Three terms that symbolized the absolute pinnacle of the Martial Soul world struck every nerve of every person present.
Though Tang San had never declared it openly, the technique he was using was unmistakably the Haotian Clan's exclusive sect martial skill — the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique.
Rumor had it that when the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique was mastered to its utmost limit, one could unleash eighty-one consecutive strikes without pause, each hammer blow carrying greater force than the last. Even a true god could not withstand that eighty-first and final strike.
The Haotian Hammer in Tang San's hands was so small, so ordinary-looking. And yet the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique belonged to no one else. In this moment, no one would dare question his identity.
Only a direct bloodline descendant of the Haotian Clan — only they possessed the right to learn the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique.
The word "genius" no longer seemed sufficient to describe the youth standing in that arena. The brilliance he radiated outshone even those four gleaming rings.
Emperor Xue Ye seethed with regret. How could his younger brother have let someone like this slip away? Members of the Haotian Clan had not appeared on the continent for many, many years. And now that one had finally surfaced — a direct descendant, no less — if they could have won his loyalty, then...
The shock in Salas's eyes gradually hardened into a glacial glare. Twin Martial Soul. Another Twin Martial Soul. No — this was something no commoner could possibly possess. And he hailed from the Haotian Clan on top of it. Regardless of the circumstances, this boy had to die. Had to.
In that moment, all remaining reservations in his heart vanished without a trace.
The moment Tang San unleashed the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique, Feng Xiaotian's tragedy was already sealed.
There was no denying it — Feng Xiaotian was an exceptionally talented Soul Master, and the martial skill he had created was formidable in its own right. Launched from the air in the space between heartbeats, his Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes were more than enough to defeat opponents stronger than himself.
Unfortunately, he was facing a monster — the greatest monster among all the monsters of Shrek Academy.
The Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique was arguably the apex among all power-amplifying martial skills. Standing firmly on the ground, Tang San could generate force far more efficiently than his opponent.
Each of Feng Xiaotian's slashes drew its amplification from speed and gravity. But each of Tang San's hammer strikes drew amplification from those factors and his own raw strength as well.
When it came to gravity, could Feng Xiaotian's body weight possibly compare to the Haotian Hammer, which already weighed five hundred jin?
The Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique was a skill Tang San had used countless times for forging. He had practiced it far, far too many times. During the first few collisions, Feng Xiaotian had managed to hold his own against Tang San, even gaining a slight edge. But after the tenth strike, he could only retreat step by step — like a piece of iron being shaped under the Haotian Hammer, hammered over and over, sent flying again and again. By now, the wings fused to his arms had gone completely numb from the shock.
Feng Xiaotian tried to stop, but he found he simply could not. There seemed to be some peculiar adhesive force on Tang San's Haotian Hammer, drawing and pulling at his body. Even if he wanted to cease his Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, he could not.
In that critical moment, Feng Xiaotian displayed the bearing of a true powerhouse. Just as he was about to launch the nineteenth slash, he let out a sharp, piercing howl, and green light surged frantically throughout his entire body.
With a tremendous boom, a shower of blood burst apart in midair. Feng Xiaotian had forcibly shattered his own wings.
Countless fragments of flesh and bone, carried by savage waves of force, hurtled straight toward Tang San. Meanwhile, having lost the wings that controlled his airflow, Feng Xiaotian's body was flung sideways through the air by the tremendous recoil.
Cutting off one's own arm to save the body — what a resolute decision. Those wings were not limbs, to be sure, but they were extensions of Feng Xiaotian's own being, condensed from his very power. With them shattered, recovery would take far more than a single day or two.
But it was precisely this act that saved Feng Xiaotian's life.