"Tang San, how old are you this year?"
Suddenly, Tang Bo spoke.
"Elder, Tang San is sixteen by full years, seventeen by nominal age."
Tang San cupped his hands and replied.
At once, the surroundings fell silent. Faces all around turned to Tang San in surprise, especially Tang Hu standing opposite him, whose facial muscles could not help twitching.
Tang Hu was no slouch either, the chief disciple of the Clear Sky Sect's third generation. Although in recent years that chief position had shown faint signs of instability, at least for now it was his. He was not yet thirty and was already a level 58 Spirit King, with hopes of becoming a six-ring Spirit Emperor next year.
But compared to Tang San, who at seventeen had cultivated his spirit power to level 56 Spirit King, there was truly no comparison.
Although his spirit power level was two ranks higher, he was thirteen years older than Tang San.
Tang Hu could foresee that when Tang San reached thirty, even a hundred of his current self would likely not be Tang San's match.
After focusing on Tang San for a moment, the second elder Tang Bo's eyes showed a barely noticeable increase in delight. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, begin the match."
At once, everyone in the courtyard consciously moved to the sides, leaving space for the two to conduct their spirit duel.
"Tang San, be careful!"
As Tang Hu's words fell, his fourth spirit ring lit up. With spirit power surging, a dark sheen condensed over his body as a protective layer. He hefted the great hammer in his hand and charged straight at Tang San.
"Killing God Domain!"
Tang San called out inwardly. A surge of white light blossomed. The Killing God Domain spread out in an instant, then turned colorless, covering dozens of meters around.
In a blink, a biting intent to kill rose within the courtyard.
Under the shroud of that biting killing intent, everyone in the courtyard looked on in shock.
Especially some of the younger Clear Sky Sect disciples, whose legs trembled under the intimidation of that killing aura, fear rising in their hearts, as if Tang San were a great fiend who killed without batting an eye.
Bore the brunt of it, Tang Hu felt his own strength suppressed by a tenth, while Tang San's momentum rose by a tenth.
If not for the fact that Tang San had left the Slaughter City not long ago and his Killing God Domain was only its initial version, not yet upgraded, then the amplification and weakening on both sides would not have been only a tenth.
"Killing God Domain?"
Sensing the fierce killing aura released from Tang San, the five elders' faces changed at once, each showing surprise.
They were very familiar with this domain, because the pride of the Clear Sky Sect in former days, now the sect's sinner, the current Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, also possessed the power of the Killing God Domain.
If this isn't one family, how would they enter the same door?
A high-level Spirit King not yet seventeen, bearing a domain, and on top of that twin martial souls. Could it be that heaven has eyes and is sending the sect a chance to rise again?
At this moment, with killing intent piercing his mind, Tang Hu lost focus for a brief instant. Tang San would not miss such a golden opportunity. Tapping his toes, he unleashed a self-created technique born from his training in the Slaughter City that combined the two masteries of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track: Dance of the Chaotic Cloak, and shot toward Tang Hu at speed.
"Bang bang bang"
As his figure spun and turned, three hammers fell in succession. The dark shield formed by Tang Hu's thousand-year fourth defensive spirit skill trembled violently, covered in fine cracks, on the verge of shattering.
Fortunately, the Killing God Domain was not a control-type spirit skill. After only a brief distraction, Tang Hu recovered, hurriedly raising the great hammer in his hand and invoking the sect's legacy technique he had only just begun to grasp, the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, to block.
"Bang bang bang"
After the three hammers, Tang Hu, who chose to clash head-on with Tang San, unsurprisingly fell into the disadvantage.
Although the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes was deeper than the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, he had only glimpsed the threshold. How could he compare to Tang San, who had practiced the Chaotic Cloak since childhood?
Not to mention that Tang San's Dance of the Chaotic Cloak also incorporated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, optimizing the Chaotic Cloak's drawback of being inconvenient to stack force in actual combat.
In addition, in terms of personal qualities across the board, aside from spirit power level, Tang San held huge advantages over Tang Hu.
To say nothing of anything else, just the three spirit bones of over fifty thousand years each in the head, left arm, and right arm, along with a hundred-thousand-year left leg spirit bone, were far beyond Tang Hu's reach.
Even in real combat experience, Tang Hu, more than ten years older, could not match Tang San.
Tang San's hundred-win streak in the Slaughter City's Hell Killing Field indeed had some water in it, but that only meant the record had water, not that he needed cheating to achieve it.
"Bang bang bang"
Three more hammers fell. After clashing once again, Tang Hu could not keep up with the rhythm of the fight. The second hammer shattered the shield formed by his defensive spirit skill, and the third struck his chest. He flew back more than ten meters and crashed into the courtyard with a thud, sending up a spray of dust.
"Cough, cough. You win."
His viscera injured and blood at the corner of his mouth, the bedraggled Tang Hu stood up with some difficulty, speaking with a bitter look.
With an advantage of more than ten years in age, and with Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer martial soul still without spirit rings attached, he still lost. Tang Hu felt extremely bitter.
But Tang Hu also understood he did not lose unjustly. Tang San defeated him head-on with his own strength, without any trickery.
Of course, it was not that his strength was weak, but that his opponent Tang San was too strong. The word "genius" perhaps referred to people like Tang San.
Uh, compared to Aunt Yuehua's prospective husband, it seems Tang San is not much after all?
If you wanted a real blow, then Tang San, as the eldest nephew of his own aunt's husband, must have been hit the hardest, right?
Thinking this way, Tang Hu's feelings immediately improved.
"Thank you for letting me win."
Tang San stood with hammer in hand and cupped his fist, then walked up to Tang Hu. Blue light flashed on his left leg, a surging life force emerged, and he activated one of the spirit bone skills of the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone: Wildfire Burns Without End, Spring Wind Brings Life Again.
"Many thanks."
As a vast surge of some energy poured in and he sensed the injuries in his body recovering at great speed, Tang Hu could not help but express his gratitude.
"No need for that, Brother Hu. We are of the same sect."
Tang San said with sincere expression.
Hearing this, Tang Hu patted Tang San on the shoulder and said, "Tang San, I, Tang Hu, am willing to call you the strongest of the third generation."
Chu Chengzhou: "."
"Yuehua, go. Show your strength. Suppress all these old bones."
Casting a glance at the five Clear Sky Sect elders to the side, Chu Chengzhou sent a voice transmission to Tang Yuehua at his side.
Receiving the transmission, Tang Yuehua gave a slight nod. She stepped forward, looked at the five elders, and said, "Which elder will accept this junior's challenge first?"
At this, the five exchanged looks. Then the second elder, Tang Bo, who led them, said, "Niece Yuehua, how about we call off the matter of challenging us? Let the second-generation disciples of the sect do the testing."
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