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As Feng Xiaotian was flying out and about to be rescued, the six members of Shen Feng Academy, including Huo Wu, were utterly stunned.
They could never have imagined that their captain, Feng Xiaotian, would be so easily defeated.
Even during his previous one-on-one duel with Tang San, they had fought fiercely for a long time without a decisive winner. Yet now, after just one exchange, Feng Xiaotian had already been completely overwhelmed?
With Feng Xiaotian gone, the match was no longer in doubt. However, the Shen Feng Academy team couldn't understand why this had happened.
The truth was simple: the combined soul power of seven people far outweighed that of four. Tang San had carefully studied Feng Xiaotian's "Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes" and identified his weakness, allowing him to strike a decisive blow!
From the sidelines, Li Luochen thought Feng Xiaotian was a complete waste of talent. Self-created soul skills were typically developed by powerful individuals who had reached a high level of cultivation or gained profound insights.
Alternatively, someone like Li Luochen, who had traversed the City of Slaughter and honed his skills through countless kills, could create such techniques. Attempting to create self-developed soul skills at a low cultivation level was simply a waste of time.
For instance, Li Luochen's current favorite self-created soul skill, Ring Fusion, was something he effortlessly created after reaching a profound level of strength.
He had always had the idea but never acted on it earlier. If he had tried while still weak, it would have surely killed him!
Back on the battlefield, the Hao Tian Hammer that had sent Feng Xiaotian flying reappeared in Tang San's left hand.
The hammer hadn't returned to its original size. Now held in Tang San's grip, its body was even larger than his entire frame, yet it remained eerily stable in his left hand.
Shen Feng Academy, of course, wasn't willing to give up just yet. Huo Wushuang and two other members of Shen Feng Academy charged forward simultaneously, while Huo Wu behind them began gathering energy for a second wave of attacks.
At this moment, Tang San closed his eyes and slowly raised the massive Hao Tian Hammer with one hand. The enormous light patterns on the hammer suddenly erupted in full force, radiating a dark golden glow that was blindingly brilliant.
In this instant, it felt as though an overwhelmingly powerful roar was echoing madly, and Tang San himself seemed to become one with the hammer. He appeared to have fused entirely with the Hao Tian Hammer, becoming its handle.
"Weapon Soul True Form?!"
Soul Masters on the spectator stands who had reached the Soul Sage level or higher let out gasps of astonishment.
Beast-type soul masters, upon reaching level seventy, unlocked their seventh soul ring and its corresponding Avatar Skill, which allowed them to transform into their spirit weapon's true form, granting immense explosive power and multiplying their strength exponentially.
Weapon-type soul masters, however, differed slightly. Their seventh soul skill was the True Weapon Spirit Form. By channeling their soul into their weapon, they maximized its destructive potential.
If a weapon-type soul master possessed an exceptionally terrifying weapon spirit, their True Weapon Spirit Form would surpass even the Beast True Body in sheer terror.
Before reaching level seventy, beast-type soul masters were undoubtedly stronger than non-control-type weapon soul masters. But after level seventy, weapon soul masters could surpass them with their True Weapon Spirit Form.
Who could have expected that in the quarterfinals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, a rare True Weapon Spirit Form would appear? And not just any weapon spirit—the legendary Hao Tian Hammer, known as the strongest weapon spirit on the continent.
In truth, even Tang San himself hadn't anticipated being able to unleash the True Weapon Spirit Form. When his soul power was amplified beyond level seventy and he gripped the Hao Tian Hammer, he almost instinctively activated it.
However, in Li Luochen's eyes, everything Tang San was doing was nothing more than digging his own grave. A Soul Elder attempting to use the True Weapon Spirit Form?
What was he thinking? Could his body even handle it? At this moment, Li Luochen quietly transmitted a message to Long Zhentian, who was watching from the shadows.
"Lord Long, if this brat doesn't stop after defeating Shen Feng Academy, please step in and prevent him from harming the other students."
Long Zhentian naturally heard this. After all, Long Zhentian was a publicly acknowledged Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall, and since this was only the quarterfinals—not even the semifinals—neither the Pope nor the Elders were present.
Thus, it made sense for Long Zhentian to intervene. Moreover, Tang San no longer had Tang Hao protecting him. Forcing him to stop would inevitably result in backlash.
At this moment, Tang San's body was enveloped in a dark golden glow. The aura emanating from him and the Hao Tian Hammer became indistinguishable.
Tang San pointed the hammer forward, and a dark golden shadow instantly expanded before him—an infinitely enlarging projection of the Hao Tian Hammer.
With a thunderous boom, the three charging opponents, Huo Wu Shuang and his teammates, were sent flying out of the arena.
Even Huo Wu and the two auxiliary soul masters behind them were flung backward like rolling gourds, unable to resist or retaliate. They didn't even have a chance to use their soul skills.
Fortunately, they were caught by their academy's teachers; otherwise, they might have sustained severe injuries from flying further. The teachers of the two academies glared at Tang San with hatred in their eyes.
This Tang San truly disregarded martial ethics. While killing wasn't allowed in matches, he enjoyed crippling his opponents. He had maimed more opponents than anyone else in the tournament!
Such malicious intent at such a young age—what kind of monster would he become as a Title Douluo? It was clear that the best course of action was to eliminate him before he grew stronger.
Tang San, who had initially held the Hao Tian Hammer with one hand, now switched to using both hands. For some reason, despite having already defeated his opponents, a strong desire surged within him.
A desire to unleash the full power of the Hao Tian Hammer, to use the "Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Hammer Technique." Even though Shen Feng Academy had already lost the ability to fight, Tang San still wanted to attack!
"Hao Tian Hammer! Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer!"
Tang San raised the massive Hao Tian Hammer, reveling in the sensation of overwhelming power. Unbeknownst to him, his meridians had already suffered further damage. His previously untreated internal injuries began to flare up again.
But Tang San, in his current subtle state, was unaware of this.
"Stop!"
A booming voice echoed, and the sky immediately darkened with storm clouds. A distant dragon roar followed.
Suddenly, a black dragon appeared, blocking the Hao Tian Hammer and forcing Tang San's True Weapon Spirit Form back into his body.
Interrupted by a powerful attack, Tang San suffered backlash from the True Weapon Spirit Form. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his soul power and mental energy recoiling violently. He collapsed to the ground, nearly fainting as he exited the True Weapon Spirit Form.
The other members of the Tian Dou Imperial Team were also affected. Ru Si Yi bled from her seven orifices and fainted, while the other five fared slightly better.
Above the sky, an elderly man with white hair, a white beard, and youthful features stood suspended in midair. He wore a black inner robe beneath the distinctive red Elder Robe of the Spirit Hall, embroidered with a black dragon—a representation of the Overlord Dragon.
"Overlord Douluo?" The crowd gasped in shock. This elder was incredibly powerful, having defeated and severely wounded Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen in battle before breaking through to rank ninety-five.
Now, Long Zhentian's strength was even more unfathomable.
"This is the Soul Master Tournament, where young soul masters should focus on friendly sparring and soul battles. Why did you continue to harm others after winning?
Multiple academies have reported that you've repeatedly crippled your opponents! Such malice at such a young age? Considering your youth and misguided teachings, I will sever three of your fingers as punishment!"
After speaking, Long Zhentian flicked his finger, completely obliterating Tang San's right index finger, middle finger, and left index finger.
The injury carried a dark attribute, making it impossible to heal, even by a healing-type Title Douluo.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Tang San screamed in agony before passing out from the pain. With these three crucial fingers gone, how would he ever perform his hidden weapon techniques again?!
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