Chapter 447 Tang Sect Secret Techniques: Hao Tian Hammer, Disorder Splitting Wind, 9981 Hammer!_1

"Bang!"

Tang San, like a kite with its string cut, was sent flying backward, desperately twisting his body in the air.

He just managed to stabilize his figure before hitting the ground.

Retreating continuously for six or seven meters.

His face looked extremely unsightly.

Incredulously, he looked down at his hand gripping the hammer.

At this moment, his fingers were actually trembling.

Had his Hao Tian Hammer actually fallen short in the collision just now?

"This... This is impossible!"

Tang San shook his head repeatedly. His Hao Tian Hammer was as heavy as a small mountain; when swung, it bore the power of thunder.

And yet, it was repelled by a casual strike from the opponent's sword?

"How could this be possible!"

A momentary bewilderment flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"My Hao Tian Hammer is supposed to be the world's number one weapon Martial Soul; why would it lose to this ordinary, unremarkable broken sword."

"Broken sword?" Luo Yu's eyebrows rose.

Looking at the Nine Heavens Execution Sword whistling in his palm, he laughed.

"Tang San, my nephew, you really dare to say it."

Seeing the mocking and relaxed expression on Luo Yu's face, Tang San ground his teeth and went forward, hammer in hand.

"Boom!"

The sound of Tang San's voice was hidden in the rolling fierce wind, as the large hammer whirled with a fierce force.

With the energy of thousands of jun, it smashed down from various angles in mid-air.

The sky filled with hundreds and thousands of hammer shadows.

Among the interweaving hammer shadows, the black soul rings shone brightly, bursting with the glow of a soul skill.

Luo Yu pressed the longsword, plucking it effortlessly, his sword strikes divine. Even though they appeared slow, they impeccably blocked every route of Tang San's offense.

Protecting an area of three feet around him, making it nearly impossible for Tang San to get close.

"Boom boom boom!"

The clang of metal on metal became increasingly intense, until each clash was like thunder exploding, deafening to the ear.

The audience was on the edge of their seats, desperately staring without even blinking, watching every exchange on the stage.

Feeling the gusts of wind from the arena, the audience members didn't bother to fix their disheveled hair, already thoroughly shocked by the fighters' battle.

"Is this really a competition between young people?"

"Not even the older generation fights this spectacularly."

"Enough, spare me the commentary. Has the older generation ever had a battle between Twin Martial Souls? Have they ever had red soul rings?"

"It's too incredible. Tang San was already shocking enough, but how can Luo Yu be such a monster?"

"All red soul rings? Even raiding a soul beast's stronghold wouldn't yield that many, right?"

"Damn, am I just old? Has the era really changed so much?"

As the battle continued in the arena, the tens of thousands of spectators were gobsmacked, finding one thing utterly absurd and hard to accept.

"Soul King cultivation, Twin Martial Souls, and even possessing the world's number one weapon Martial Soul, the Hao Tian Hammer... Tang San is being dominated?"

"Wouldn't Tang San have won the championship with his eyes closed in previous competitions?"

"And now he's being thrashed about by contestant Luo Yu, who's just casually wheeling his chair?"

"Holy shit, this is insane."

"Boom!"

Another loud sound echoed through the arena, and Tang San spurted blood as he was sent flying, with his six teammates finally catching him.

Meanwhile, Luo Yu remained seated and unmoved, the sword in his hand still keen and undiminished, with its blade light pulsing.

"Don't need your help!"

Tang San got up angrily, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling extreme shame inside.

After achieving a level of proficiency in his cultivation, he had dreamt countless nights about brutally defeating Luo Yu, reclaiming his dignity.

But reality was far too cruel. Without Luo Yu even initiating an attack, the rebounding force from the collisions had sent him coughing up blood.

Seeing the indifference in Luo Yu's eyes, the playful curl of his lips.

Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot, and the knuckles of his hand holding the Hao Tian Hammer turned white from gripping it too tightly.

"It can't be."

"How could I lose to someone like him."

He closed his eyes, taking a moment to regulate his breathing.

Then he opened them, his pupils flickering with purple light.

"Next, I'll let you experience the secret techniques of the Hao Tian Clan!"

"Bang!"

The Hao Tian Hammer in Tang San's hand instantly grew larger, the black patterns wrapped around its surface coming to life, shimmering brightly.

His arm muscles bulged as he swung the Hao Tian Hammer.

At the same time, he spun on his feet, shattering the ground, moving with mysterious steps.

Then, he leapt up, attacking through the air.

Luo Yu glanced up casually and shook his head repeatedly, then slashed diagonally toward the upper right.

The tip of his sword precisely met the head of the hammer, instantly dissipating the terrifying force of the Hao Tian Hammer.

Tang San smiled, his eyes narrowed.

"Do you think that I only have the strength for one hammer blow?"

"Hao Tian Hammer, Disorder Splitting Wind!"

Tang San shouted loudly, the Hao Tian Hammer turning into a black light, raining down on Luo Yu like a furious storm.

One hammer after another, relentless and unending.

His shins began to move, his abdomen and back flexed, his arms pulled, and soul power surged.

Ninety-nine eighty-one hammer strikes, incessant and unbroken.

Each blow was stronger than the last, compounding onto the next attack.

Feng Xiaotian's mouth twitched with bitterness from below.

Is this... is this the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique of the Hao Tian Clan?

Compared to this secret technique, his Gale Demon Wolf's Thirty-Six Successive Slashes were still far inferior.

Of course, what made Feng Xiaotian's scalp tingle even more than Tang San executing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique was that Luo Yu blocked every one of Tang San's terrifying attacks with just one arm and a sword? What kind of strength did this guy have?

Suddenly, Feng Xiaotian felt not the slightest grievance over his loss.

It wasn't just a lack of grievance, it was as if he had gotten his life back.

Thank you, big brother Luo Yu, for going easy on me, no, thank you, father Luo Yu, for the sea you have bestowed!

Feng Xiaotian was thoroughly convinced, overpowered by the strength displayed by Luo Yu, giving rise to a sense of powerlessness that seemed insurmountable no matter what.

As for the audience, some of them didn't know what the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique was, but those in the know were shaking with excitement.

"Can someone really block the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique with just a sword?"

"Is Luo Yu being too arrogant, allowing Tang San to keep stacking his hammer strikes?"

"Anyone knowledgeable knows that each strike of the Hao Tian Clan's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique is stronger than the last, and when stacked to the end, it can destroy heaven and earth, right? And he's just watching Tang San accumulate power?"

"Damn, stop pretending like you know what you're talking about. Can't you see that contestant Luo Yu is just playing around?"

"Look at that casual gaze, that composure. Is that something you can fake? I feel like he's just been playing from the start."

The audience watched the clash between the two, their mouths babbling non-stop, only loud speech could express their excited hearts.

"Boom!"

A loud blast silenced them.

Because Tang San finally built up to the last hammer strike, ninety-nine eighty-one hammer strikes, all converging into one, all the accumulated power fused into a singular force.

In the end, there was no hammer shadow in the mid-air, but a terrifying black-scaled dragon appeared, as if it could swallow everything.

Containing a trembling power that made the arena sway.

Heading straight for Luo Yu, it struck down without looking back.

Tang San's voice was cold and harsh.

"Daring to let me stack my hammer strikes."

"Die for me!"

Faced with such a terrifying Ultimate Hammer, Luo Yu did something that no one understood.

He flipped his wrist and sheathed the Nine Heavens Execution Sword.

"???"

The audience was stunned. What was he planning?

Contestants in the resting area bulged their eyes. This was a suicidal move.

Tang San laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, are you sheathing your weapon and surrendering?"

"Even if you surrender, I won't let you go!"