Chapter 448: Bare-handed Bravery, Stunning the Crowd! The Dragon King Soul Ring Shines, and the Audience is Boiling with Excitement!_1

"Boom!"

Amidst Tang San's sinister smile, the Ultimate Hammer transformed into a black-scaled dragon and fiercely plummeted towards Luo Yu's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

In an instant, a wild wind arose on the platform, the sheer force of the blast blowing away the personal belongings of the spectators.

The arena was wailing, and the sky seemed to turn dark in that moment.

Meanwhile, Luo Yu sat isolated in his wheelchair, the Zhu Tian Sword already put away, appearing completely defenseless.

The hammer was about to shatter his body.

Suddenly, the fatigue on his face vanished, and the playful smile at the corner of his mouth turned cold, his eyes bursting forth with a radiance of Amethyst Gold.

"Roar!"

The Nine-colored Divine Dragon Phantom soared to the heavens, infinite dark red qi and blood radiating throughout the venue, boiling incessantly.

The entire arena seemed to transform into a scorching furnace, unbearably sweltering.

He faced the falling Ultimate Haotian Hammer with an explosive punch that rocketed towards the sky.

"Clang!"

The punch and hammer collided, instantly unleashing waves of sound, almost visible to the naked eye, vibrating every spectator's ear drums, causing brains to buzz.

The pain was unbearable, and everyone instinctively covered their ears.

Rolling air waves erupted from the point of impact, spreading fiercely, with endless power thundering in the void.

Luo Yu's wheelchair suddenly plummeted, and the ground around it cracked like a dense spiderweb.

Tens of thousands of spectators, hundreds of contestants, and the elite seated in the VIP section all opened their mouths wide.

"Caught... caught it?"

"Such a terrifying hammer, the Ultimate Hammer with ninety-nine layers of power, caught barehanded?"

"Luo... Yu... is this guy even human?"

"Damn, are they insane? Daring to catch the Hao Tian Hammer with their body?" the Snow Night Emperor couldn't help but curse out loud.

As an emperor, how could he not know the power of Haotian Sect's Supreme Technique, how could he not understand that the Hao Tian Hammer, renowned as the number one weapon Martial Soul, was not undeservedly famous?

Ning Fengzhi watched until his scalp tingled.

His mind reeled.

His heart felt unbelievably thrilled.

Showing off, such showing off.

To have the sword but not use it, eh, just for kicks.

Right now, he was dying to drop all pretense and shout, "See? This is my son-in-law, Ning Fengzhi."

Son-in-law, awesome!

Tang San was dumbfounded at the moment, when that peak hammer strike fell, he thought Luo Yu would be reduced to dust or smashed to mush.

He had already decided how he would celebrate.

But the guy caught it?

He actually caught the final strike of the Disorder Splitting Wind with one punch?

Tang San's mind went blank.

Did daddy not tell him that as long as the Hao Tian Hammer swung eighty-one times, even the Heavenly King Lao Zi would be smashed to bits?

"How could this be, how did you do it?" Tang San lost his composure, repeatedly questioning.

Luo Yu's gaze was cold, lips quivering, and facing the astonished Tang San, he replied with just one word.

"Scram!"

The next second, with a crash, the black dragon phantom formed by the Hao Tian Hammer instantly shattered, and Tang San let out a scream.

He and the hammer were sent flying together.

Teammates hastily tried to catch him, but seeing Tang San's Hao Tian Hammer falling with him, they quickly withdrew their hands and agilely dodged aside.

"Bang!"

Tang San, like a tattered sack, smashed heavily to the ground, creating a big crater, with dust billowing and rocks flying.

For a time, the arena was deathly silent.

So quiet it was terrifying.

Looking at Luo Yu, who was unscathed in the arena, and Tang San, who had frantically lunged like a tiger only to end up burrowing into the ground like a mole.

The spectators suddenly didn't know what to say.

Was Tang San not strong enough?

Of course not.

Twin Martial Souls, five ten-thousand-year Soul Rings, the Hao Tian Hammer, the Disorder Splitting Wind Secret Techniques.

Typical geniuses, not even one of these assets they possessed.

Yet it was this Tang San, who made all other geniuses pale in comparison, who after exhausting all his powerful moves, was smashed to pieces by Luo Yu with one hammer?

The tens of thousands of spectators, talents from major academies and sects in the rest area, were involuntarily trembling.

Sheer astonishment was fixed upon Luo Yu.

What kind of monster is this guy, and just how powerful is he really?

I can't even tell now.

When the audience once again turned their gaze toward the excited and proud beauties, they suddenly understood.

No one's success comes without effort.

Why would so many women favor him, if he didn't truly have the ability?

At such a young age, to have such terrifying power and such shocking talent, even a blind man could see that this kid will be unbeatable in the future.

In the spectator stands, the girls who initially supported Tang San for his good looks instantly switched sides.

They were mesmerized by Luo Yu's strength and conquered by his dominating performance.

Cheers erupted all around, and praise was unceasing.

Then, facing such a scene, Luo Yu showed no joy on his face, only a slight shake of his head.

They were all those who flocked to him at his peak; what was there to be joyful about in their praise?

He looked at the deep pit in front of him; Tang San was slowly climbing up.

Luo Yu did not step forward to stop him but simply watched quietly as he rose from the mud, his eyes devoid of any pity.

Tang San stood up, his gaze locked on Luo Yu.

His demeanor suddenly became utterly calm, gone were the histrionics, and so was the deranged ferocity.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed.

"I wouldn't have thought, really wouldn't have thought, that you could be so strong."

"It really exceeds my imagination."

"But, do you think, you have definitely won?"

Luo Yu's eyebrows lifted, stroking his slender, jade-like fingers.

"You don't think you have a chance to win, do you?"

"Why can't I win!" Tang San's eyes shone with hope.

"To be honest, I'm fed up with your indifferent gaze, do you think you are invincible?"

"Let me tell you, I, Tang San, have never been weaker than anyone in my life."

"I can tell you clearly, today you will definitely lose at my feet."

Luo Yu crossed his arms and propped his chin.

"Come then, my dear nephew."

"Please start your performance."

"Heh."

Tang San sneered, waving at the six teammates behind him.

The six support players bit their lips as if making some difficult decision.

Then, determined, they decided to overdraft their Soul Power and risk potential damage, forming a formation to unleash six supporting beams of light.

Shining upon Tang San.

In an instant, Tang San's injuries rapidly healed, and his momentum soared wildly as his aura continuously climbed, even breaking through the level of a Soul King.

He raised the Hao Tian Hammer again, as ten-thousand-year-old black soul rings rose up one after another.

"Haotian Sect's secret technique."

"Exploding Rings."

"Big Xumi Hammer!"

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

The black soul rings swirling around Tang San exploded one after another.

With each exploding soul ring, his momentum surged even higher, and the power of the Hao Tian Hammer began to distort the air around it.

"What, what sort of move is this?"

"Damn it, is Tang San trying to kill himself?"

"Does he want to perish together with player Luo Yu?"

"The soul rings are exploding, this is freaking self-destruction!!!"

"Wait, what's with the explosive energy on him, how can it be so terrifying."

As the last soul ring exploded, Tang San's aura became extremely frightening and wildly violent.

The fluctuations from the hammerhead seemed as if they could instantly kill a Soul Sage.

Everyone in the audience and the competitors felt their hearts pound and shivered instinctively; at this moment, Tang San was like a bloodthirsty beast, emitting a fierce aura.

Tang San's mouth curved into a smile, baring his white teeth.

He took a step forward, and the platform shook, with the earth and stones cracking.

"Luo Yu."

"Now—"

"Can you still smile?"