When Salas returned to the fighting arena, the battle between Feng Xiaotian and Tang San had already ended. Unsurprisingly, the winner was Tang San.
The moment the Clear Sky Hammer appeared, the outcome was clear. Although the Swift Wind Two-Headed Wolf was a high-level martial spirit, extremely close to the top tier, it was still far inferior to the Clear Sky Hammer. The Swift Wind Wolf's thirty-six consecutive slashes were no match for the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique.
After all, one side could only charge up to thirty-six times, while the other had a full ninety-nine hammers. Even if Tang San couldn't execute the final hammer of Nine Nine Returns to One, Feng Xiaotian stood no chance.
However, Salas had no interest in such trivial matters as the outcome of the match. He had only one thought: Tang San must not be allowed to grow.
No one understood the potential of twin martial spirits better than the Spirit Hall. After all, their Pope was a peerless powerhouse with twin martial spirits.
Although the Sword Lord of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was leading now, even if he reached the rank of Titled Douluo in the future, Salas believed he would at most reach Chen Xin's level—perhaps slightly stronger. While that was enough to make the Spirit Hall wary, it would not pose an excessive threat.
But Tang San was different. If he overcame the difficulties of twin martial spirits, he could grow to a level comparable to their Pope. Furthermore, the hatred between Tang Hao's family and the Spirit Hall ran deep, making him an undeniable enemy.
'It seems I must set aside the matter of Jun Tianlin for now and focus on dealing with Tang San first.' Acting swiftly, Salas sent a message to Wuhun City
Following Feng Xiaotian's defeat, Kamikaze Academy chose to forfeit. The Chaos Cloak Hammer's power was overwhelming, and they wished to avoid unnecessary injuries before the finals. After all, the promotion matches were primarily for rankings, and losing one match wouldn't significantly impact their placement.
With that, the promotion matches concluded, and the major academies lined up according to the new rankings. Leading the pack was the Emperor Team. However, despite their prominence, most eyes were drawn to Tang San—the descendant of Haotian and wielder of twin martial spirits, a revelation far more captivating than the tournament itself.
Emperor Xue Ye delivered an impassioned speech of encouragement. As an emperor, he could not easily leave Heaven Dou City, meaning he would be unable to witness the finals in person. Instead, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe would represent the Heaven Dou Empire, accompanying the fifteen teams from their side to Wuhun City—located at the junction of the two empires—for the grand finals.
The organizing committee granted each team three days to rest and adjust before the journey. Following the briefing, they disbanded.
Jun Tianlin glanced at Salas, whose expression was dark and brooding. This man would undoubtedly report Tang San's situation to Wuhun City.
If that happened, the attack from the original novel might still occur. However, without Dugu Bo and Sword Douluo, Tang San might not escape this time.
Originally, Tang San should have perished, but he was still useful to Jun Tianlin. He had his own plans for the boy—it would be a waste if he died too soon.
Moreover, since Tang San had appeared in a prophetic vision of the future, it meant he wouldn't die here. Would Tang Hao intervene early to save him?
'Well, let's take things one step at a time' Jun Tianlin thought to himself. Another question lingered in his mind—would the Spirit Hall use this opportunity to target him as well?
Not that he was afraid. Ning Fengzhi had decided to bring both Chen Xin and Dugu Bo along to the Spirit Hall, leaving Gu Rong to guard the clan. As for Yin Mengyang, he had recently been sent on a mission by Ning Fengzhi.
With two powerful Douluo by his side, Jun Tianlin felt no fear.
Moreover, if he could unleash his full strength, he had confidence in challenging a newly advanced Titled Douluo.
That confidence stemmed from the Holy Spirit Pearl's million-year soul ring ability: the Art of Summoning Gods—God of War.
The strength of this Martial God was directly tied to Jun Tianlin's own power, standing approximately one major stage above him. In other words, the summoned entity was equivalent to Jun Tianlin at the Soul Saint level.
A Soul Saint-level Jun Tianlin could undoubtedly slay a Soul Douluo. And with the support of his mental interference field, the Holy Spirit Domain, Phantom Water Thunder, and the Flow of Purity formation, he wouldn't fear facing a Titled Douluo.
Reassured by this thought, Jun Tianlin silently thanked Tian Meng—it was thanks to its spirit ring that he had such an advantage.
"Xiaotian, what's wrong? Are you thinking about Tang San?" At that moment, Xue Qinghe approached with a smile. He assumed Jun Tianlin was troubled by Tang San's talent.
Jun Tianlin didn't deny it "Yes, I never imagined he would be the third twin martial spirit wielder in the continent's history. It seems only a matter of time before he surpasses me."
Xue Qinghe patted Jun Tianlin's shoulder "Xiaotian, don't underestimate yourself. Tang San won't surpass you, and I won't allow him to."
To Xue Qinghe, Jun Tianlin's Demon Sword was also a god-level martial spirit. No matter how formidable the Clear Sky Hammer was, it remained within the realm of top-tier spirits, whereas she believed Jun Tianlin's potential was greater.
Besides, there was no guarantee Tang San would live long enough to fulfill his potential. The moment Xue Qinghe saw the Clear Sky Hammer, she had barely suppressed her urge to kill.
According to the intelligence she possessed, her father had perished after being gravely wounded by the Clear Sky Hammer. To her, the Clear Sky Clan was a mortal enemy.
Jun Tianlin's senses were sharp. Even though Xue Qinghe had concealed her killing intent well, he still detected it. He smiled "Brother Xue, don't worry. I don't intend to lose to him. Even if he possesses more martial spirits, as long as my level remains higher, he won't surpass me. Don't forget—we have the power of Tianxue."
Xue Qinghe's murderous intent vanished instantly at his words."That's right, Xiaotian. Alright, you should rest well. In three days, we'll travel to Wuhun City together. This time, I can finally cheer you on."
"Thank you, Brother Xue. I'll take my leave now." Jun Tianlin bid farewell to Xue Qinghe and left. As Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe had many preparations to make and couldn't accompany him during these three days.
"Wait, Brother Jun." Just as Jun Tianlin stepped out of the fighting arena, someone called out to him.
"Brother Tianxin, is something wrong?" The speaker was Yu Tianxin. Though he had lost to Tianheng, his condition was better than Tianheng's—his injuries were merely superficial.
Due to the backlash from the Dragon's Reverse Scale, Tianheng hadn't even attended the closing ceremony and had gone back to rest.
"Please pass a message to Tianheng. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly. I relinquish my claim as the next head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and will support him fully in the future."
Jun Tianlin nodded "Understood. Actually, Tianheng wanted me to tell you something as well—the position of deputy patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is vacant."