Tang San, who had stacked forty strikes, vaguely felt something was wrong.
The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique consisted of a total of eighty-one strikes, with each strike being more powerful than the previous one.
He had already stacked forty strikes, yet Xiao Feilian remained indifferent.
This made Tang San's heart skip a beat.
"Why is my opponent giving me this opportunity?"
Tang San couldn't understand. Xiao Feilian had only tested him with two attacks before giving up, allowing him to execute the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique uninterrupted.
Although he was puzzled, his hands did not stop moving.
"Forty-first strike…"
At this moment, the sheer force of each of Tang San's strikes was enough to make even a Soul Emperor feel chills down their spine. Some of the weaker Soul Saints felt the same.
It was as if every blow he landed reached the power of his strongest soul skill.
"This is terrifying. As expected of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique. Once it gains momentum, its power stacks up to an unimaginable degree."
"But look at Xiao Feilian, she hasn't even changed her expression and is just letting Tang San continue his technique. She must have absolute confidence."
"She only interrupted him twice before giving up on attacking…"
"Isn't she afraid of losing?"
"If you have absolute strength, you wouldn't be afraid either…"
Yes, in the face of overwhelming strength, the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique was nothing more than a fancy trick.
In a real battle, a technique like this, one that required stacking power, was almost impossible to execute.
After all, an opponent wouldn't just stand there and let him build up his power; they would interrupt it right from the start.
"You keep giving me opportunities, but this will be your biggest regret!"
Tang San thought to himself, already predicting Xiao Feilian's defeat.
As the stacking continued, the outcome of this match was destined, he would be the victor.
With his power surging, Tang San's smile grew increasingly eerie and sinister.
"Tang San, I'm giving you time to stack your power as a repayment for that moment of kindness you once showed at the auction house."
"At the same time, I will defeat you when you are at your most proud, most confident, and at your strongest state."
"The enemies I defeat are never worthy of being called my opponents. I am merely giving you time to catch up, though you will never be able to reach me."
"In the end, you are still too weak."
Xiao Feilian spoke emotionlessly. After saying these words, she quietly watched as Tang San continued to build up his strength.
Hearing this, a black line appeared on Tang San's forehead.
The biggest mistake he had ever made in his life was showing kindness in the Soul Fighting Arena, trying to help the cat-girl on stage.
He never expected that the very same cat-girl would repay his kindness by utterly shattering his pride.
"Such arrogance! You will pay the price for your decision!"
Tang San continued to stack his power while speaking.
He did not believe that Xiao Feilian could withstand the eighty-first strike.
This was no longer the Clear Sky Hammer without spirit rings, it now had a total of five spirit rings: four purple and one black.
A Clear Sky Hammer with spirit ring amplifications was undoubtedly far stronger than one without.
"Kid, perhaps among ordinary people, you are considered a genius or even a monster."
"But that's all due to your natural gifts, your advantage of having twin martial souls."
"If you had gone through what we did, you would be nothing."
Du Siji crossed his arms and spoke slowly.
If the roles were reversed, what would Tang San be?
Without the advantage of absorbing spirit rings with his twin martial souls, could he have become a Soul King so quickly?
Without his childhood friend sacrificing themselves for him, could he have broken through to the quasi-Soul Emperor level so fast?
They were different. Tang San had no idea how they had cultivated!
Zhongli's "support" was secondary.
The main reason was that the disciples of the Body Sect were truly willing to train desperately.
They had no choice. In the past, Body Martial Souls were only slightly stronger than trash martial souls and were looked down upon by everyone.
Body Soul Masters had endured countless scornful looks, which made them understand hardship better than anyone.
They didn't want to be looked down upon anymore!
The only way to change that was to train desperately, to make those people shut up. And if anyone still dared to speak against them, they would beat them into silence.
The purpose of training and learning was to convince others when reasoning with them.
And if reasoning didn't work, then a beating would. After that, the other party would eventually be convinced.
Tang San fell silent.
Under Yu Xiaogang's teachings, he had always believed that Blue Silver Grass was a trash martial soul.
Even though he didn't know the true name of the Clear Sky Hammer, he had assumed it was only slightly better than a trash martial soul.
But reality had proven otherwise, his martial souls were anything but weak.
One was the world's strongest Tool Martial Soul.
The other was the Blue Silver Emperor, a martial soul with an innate domain, though its bloodline had yet to awaken.
How could that be trash?
All that talk about "There are no trash martial souls, only trash Soul Masters"—it was all a lie.
He was never a trash Soul Master to begin with.
He merely used the label of "trash" to make his victories against opponents of the same level feel even sweeter.
"This is my natural advantage. It is what I deserve!"
Tang San thought to himself, not bothering to respond.
By now, he had stacked over fifty strikes, and controlling his power was becoming increasingly difficult, leaving no room for distractions.
That Du Siji was nothing but a pest. Once he defeated Xiao Feilian, he would deal with him too!
Without Zhongli, how could they be so arrogant?
And they dared to talk about swapping places with him.
If he had been guided by Zhongli from the start, would he have turned out like this?
Yu Xiaogang was a false master of martial souls.
But Zhongli was not, his understanding of martial souls far surpassed that of many others.
He could even see through Tang San's bloodline.
It was terrifying.
If he had apprenticed under Zhongli earlier, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul would have long since awakened. He wouldn't be stuck like this.
Ignoring Du Siji, Tang San continued swinging the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Sixty… sixty-five…"
"Almost there, almost there!"
"Just wait—I will amaze everyone with this strike!"
The corner of Tang San's mouth curled up again. By the time he had reached seventy-five strikes, his expression had already become exaggerated, as if victory was within his grasp.
"Eighty…"
Small Hammer, Forty. Large Hammer, Eighty!
When Tang San stacked his eightieth strike, his power had reached its peak. As he prepared the eighty-first strike, he couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
"Xiao Feilian, you will regret this!"
"Now witness my strongest attack!"
With a flicker of his right arm, Tang San, carrying the might of the eighty-first strike, instantly appeared in front of Xiao Feilian.
The massive hammerhead came crashing down toward Xiao Feilian's head.
Even the wind from the hammer's momentum was strong enough to kill an average Soul Elder. One could only imagine how terrifying this strike truly was.
Yet Xiao Feilian simply shook her head, as if completely unconcerned.
A golden light shone from her chest, instantly enveloping her.
"???"
For some reason, Tang San felt that this light seemed somewhat familiar.
This was a soul bone skill—and not just any soul bone, but the most crucial torso soul bone, unleashing its power.