Chapter 192 Gale Wolf’s Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes End in Narrow Defeat
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Tang San dodged to the side, his Clear Sky Hammer gleaming brightly!
"First Soul Skill, Sky-Shattering Wave!"
A hammer strike!
The air exploded!
An invisible shockwave swept towards Feng Xiaotian!
Feng Xiaotian hurriedly dodged, but the shockwave’s coverage was too great; he was still affected, his movements slightly halted!
Tang San seized the opportunity, closing in!
"Second Soul Skill, Hammer in the Sky!"
Black light blazed from the Clear Sky Hammer!
A hammer strike aimed at Feng Xiaotian’s chest!
Feng Xiaotian’s pupils contracted. Unable to dodge in time, he could only cross his claws to take the blow head-on!
"Bang—!!!"
A dull thud!
Feng Xiaotian was sent flying backward, rolling several times on the ground before barely regaining his footing!
He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.
Tang San, on the other hand, stood motionless.
The difference in skill was obvious.
Feng Xiaotian stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth.
He looked at Tang San, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
This kid... is indeed very strong.
But he can’t lose!
For Huo Wu, for the honor of Divine Wind Academy...
He must win!
"Tang San, you are indeed very strong."
He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "But this next move is a soul skill I created myself, the Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of the Gale Wolf!"
His voice fell!
His wings merged with his arms, and with a flap of his wings, he slashed down countless wind blades.
Tang San gritted his teeth, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer to defend against the overwhelming barrage of wind blades!
"Clang clang clang clang—!!!"
The clanging of metal against metal was as dense as rain!
Each wind blade striking the Clear Sky Hammer sparked brilliantly!
Tang San’s arms gradually went numb.
But he also discovered the flaw in Feng Xiaotian’s self-created soul skill.
Speed and power are directly proportional; the greatest characteristic of this self-created soul skill was using speed and gravity to continuously enhance its attack power.
But the wings couldn’t withstand the ever-increasing pressure from behind, and would eventually shatter!
Tang San seized the opportunity and roared!
"Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique—!!!"
He gripped the hammer with both hands and leaped up from the ground!
One hammer strike!
"Bang—!!!"
A deafening roar!
Feng Xiaotian’s figure flew backward like a cannonball!
He traced an arc and slammed heavily onto the arena!
"Boom—!!!"
Feng Xiaotian collapsed to the ground, struggling to get up, but his body was too weak; he could only slump to the ground, gasping for breath.
Tang San stood in place, also panting heavily.
He was covered in blood, swaying precariously, but his eyes still shone brightly like stars.
The entire arena was deathly silent.
A moment later.
"Blue Tyrant Academy wins!"
The referee’s voice broke the silence.
"Wow—!!!"
The entire arena erupted!
Cheers, exclamations, and murmurs mingled together!
"That Tang San... he’s too strong!"
"Four thousand-year spirit rings, truly living up to his reputation!"
"Even Feng Xiaotian from Divine Wind Academy lost; Blue Tyrant Academy is defying the heavens!"
In the stands, countless eyes were focused on Tang San.
There were gasps of amazement, admiration, envy, and even awe.
Tang San ignored those gazes.
He simply stood there quietly, gazing at the sky, panting heavily.
Although he had won, he knew it hadn’t been easy.
Feng Xiaotian was strong.
His self-created Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes had almost defeated him.
If he hadn’t fought with all his might, if he hadn’t seized that fleeting opening,
he might have been the one to lose.
...
After the match, the rankings were announced.
First place: Divine Wind Academy.
Although they lost the final match, they maintained their first-place position thanks to their previous points advantage.
Second place: Tianshui Academy. This team, composed entirely of female students, was not to be underestimated.
Third place: Blue Tyrant Academy.
Although only third place, it was an astonishing achievement for a team participating for the first time.
Moreover, everyone knew that this was only the ranking for the qualifying rounds. The real decisive battle will take place in Wuhun City.
...
The rest area of Blue Tyrant Academy.
Tang San sat on a bench, eyes closed, resting.
His face was somewhat pale, and his entire being exuded an indescribable gloom.
These past few days, he had been somewhat uneasy.
He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.
But he couldn’t figure out what it was.
He had just defeated Feng Xiaotian, and the advancement competition had gone relatively smoothly; he couldn’t think of anything amiss.
"Little San."
A clear voice interrupted his thoughts.
Tang San opened his eyes and looked at the person who had entered.
Tang Xin.
This junior sister from the Clear Sky Sect was now participating as a student of Blue Tyrant Academy. She wore a blue and white team uniform, her round face adorned with an excited smile, her eyes sparkling.
"Little San, well done!"
She plopped down next to Tang San and patted his shoulder.
"Keep it up! If you win this tournament, you can return to the Clear Sky Sect and be recognized as a member of the clan!"
Tang San nodded without speaking.
But his gaze unconsciously drifted eastward.
That direction was the direction of the Clear Sky Sect.
That was where his father had once lived.
A year ago, after he and Tang Yuehua recognized each other, his aunt brought him back to the Clear Sky Sect, wanting him to be recognized as a member of the clan.
Tang Xiao naturally supported Tang San, the only child of the Clear Sky Sect’s leader.
However, several elders were unhappy.
Especially the Seventh Elder, who was the most vehemently opposed.
But when the Seventh Elder saw the three thousand-year spirit rings on Tang San’s Clear Sky Hammer, his eyes cleared considerably, and his tone softened.
But he still set a task for Tang San to be recognized as a member of the clan.
That is, to win the Elite Tournament and reclaim those six soul bones.
Those were soul bones taken from Tang Hao.
They were the heirlooms of the Clear Sky Sect.
They were his father’s belongings.
Therefore, he had to win.
He absolutely had to win.
"Xiao San?"
Tang Xin’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts: "What’s wrong? You’ve been spacing out these past few days."
Tang San shook his head and stood up: "Nothing. Go back and prepare."
He paused: "We’re going to Wuhun City for the finals."
...
One month later.
Wuhun City.
Thirty-two teams from the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire gathered here.
Including their accompanying teachers, team leaders, staff, and countless soul masters and spectators, the entire Wuhun City was packed with people and bustling with activity.
The venue for the finals was a newly built large Soul Arena.
Located east of Spirit City, it faces Pope Mountain across the distance.
This grand arena was built specifically for this tournament.
It is a colossal circular structure, approximately 500 meters in diameter, with exterior walls constructed of reinforced steel and granite, making it incredibly sturdy.
The outer walls are adorned with a massive six-winged angel totem, surrounded by reliefs of top-tier spirits of the Spirit Hall’s revered figures, such as the Golden Crocodile King, the Azure Phoenix, and the Light Feather Bow, creating a magnificent and imposing presence.
Inside is a vast arena.
The arena itself is 100 meters wide and long, and 5 meters high, reinforced with a vast number of spirit tools, capable of withstanding any attack below the Soul Saint level without damage.
At this moment, teams from various academies, led by Spirit Hall deacons, are entering the arena one after another.
Each academy has its own dedicated rest area. These rest areas are arranged in a ring around the arena, each marked with a different colored flag for easy identification.
Today is the first round of the finals. The finals consist of only five rounds.
In the first round, the three seeded teams will receive a bye and advance directly to the second round. The remaining thirty teams will compete for fifteen qualifying spots. The losers will be eliminated.
Cruel.
But also exciting.
...
On the high platform.
Two figures stood side by side.
Jiang Bai was still dressed in white, his black hair casually tied back, his expression relaxed. He looked down at the eager young people below, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Youth is truly wonderful!"
He exclaimed, "So full of vigor!"
Qian Renxue, standing beside him, gave him a beautiful eye roll: "Are you old?"
Jiang Bai said seriously, "Sister Xue’er, in terms of cultivation, we’re their grandfathers!"
Qian Renxue: "..."
She was speechless for a moment.