"Are you done?" Li Yu asked with a light smile.
Tang San froze for a moment before narrowing his eyes and sneering, "Li Yu, don't think that after this life-and-death match starts, Dugu Bo can still save you at the critical moment."
"Heh, so naive!"
"You really think anyone would let Dugu Bo interfere?"
"And do you really think that the Clear Sky Sect, as one of the top three sects, is just a decoration?"
Tang San paused, and the contempt in his eyes grew even stronger, "If you think like that, then I can only say you've truly disappointed me."
"So…" Li Yu continued to smile and asked once again, "Are you done?"
"You!" Tang San breath caught in his throat, and his face reddened, clearly enraged.
"Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll fulfill your wish!" Tang San swung the Clear Sky Hammer, emanating dark energy, and struck it directly toward Li Yu.
Clang!
A willow branch appeared, blocking the strike.
Tang San didn't seem bothered, continuing with his Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, each strike stronger than the last!
For someone like Li Yu, being able to block a few blows was not surprising.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Tang San continued swinging the Clear Sky Hammer, his speed increasing, his momentum growing stronger.
However, the onlookers started to notice something was off.
Despite Tang San relentless attacks, Li Yu remained calm, even unmoving.
One hammer after another—strikes that even Dai Mubai, a four-ringed Spirit Ancestor, could cut through—now seemed to be blocked by the willow branches, which were like the hardest wall, showing no signs of breaking.
"What's going on? Did Li Yu also hide her strength?" someone asked in confusion.
Bibi Dong and the other Title Douluos narrowed their eyes, clearly realizing something unusual.
In the arena.
Tang San expression gradually turned grim.
He could feel the situation more clearly than the audience.
The willow branches had not only blocked every strike, but they had also absorbed the blows purely with "force against force," without any clever technique!
The branches were made of wood elements—how could they be harder than the Clear Sky Hammer itself!?
How could this be possible?
"Hmph, holding out?" Tang San couldn't believe what he was seeing, trying to comfort himself as he pushed forward.
By this point, there was no turning back. Even though his hand was bleeding and his entire arm, along with half of his body, felt numb, Tang San still swung the Clear Sky Hammer again.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
One strike after another, like a torrential storm, not giving Li Yu a moment to breathe.
Finally, on the eighty-first strike—success!
The momentum was so overwhelming that even a Spirit Saint would have to retreat.
"Die!"
Tang San hands gripped the hammer, his bloodshot eyes locked onto Li Yu as he swung it down.
Clang!
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out along with a blinding flash of light, and the crowd instinctively shielded their eyes.
Could Li Yu withstand it?
Li Yu wouldn't die, right?
Tang San was truly monstrous!
The crowd's thoughts raced.
But the next moment...
"I thought you were going to pull something big, but instead, you gave me a big disappointment."
Li Yu seemed disappointed. "I already gave you a chance, but you're just useless!"
Whoosh!
The sound of air rushing by followed.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
It was as if balloons were popping, and then came Tang San miserable scream.
"Ah!"
"How… how is this possible!"
"What kind of monster are you?"
"No, no, this can't be. How could you possibly withstand the eighty-one strikes of my Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer?!"
"You're just a five-ringed Spirit Ancestor…"
Tang San stared at Li Yu in horror, as if seeing a monster. His pupils were trembling uncontrollably.
At that moment.
Four willow branches appeared from thin air, piercing through Tang San limbs. They wrapped around him, pulling him into the air from all directions.
Meanwhile, Li Yu remained standing in the same spot, his feet not having moved since the first battle.
He quietly watched Tang San, and this time, he didn't even release his spirit rings.
Everyone watching the scene stood frozen, their gazes locked on the spectacle.
"Gulp~"
Someone unconsciously swallowed, and the sound seemed to resonate in the minds of everyone.
What exactly was Li Yu strength?
How could Tang San, a six-ringed Spirit Emperor with dual Martial Spirits, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer with six black soul rings, unleash eighty-one strikes of his Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer—strikes strong enough to make a Spirit Saint fall...
And still, Li Yu didn't even move a step?
What kind of terrifying power did Li Yu possess?
It wasn't just the Spirit Hall people who were watching—every Title Douluo present now felt a chill in their hearts.
Li Yu hadn't even shown his soul rings yet!
In the arena.
"I've said it before, someone's going to regret it," Li Yu shook his head and said calmly. "But I'm different. Even if you kneel and apologize now and give me your right leg bone of the Blue Silver Emperor, I still won't spare your life."
Tang San pupils contracted. How did Li Yu know?
"Now, hold on, I'm going to take your bone!" Li Yu kindly reminded him.
"You dare!" Tang San face changed dramatically. His pupils shrank, and he quickly shouted angrily.
If the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone were taken again, he might truly be ruined.
And this was a 100.000 Years—it could not be lost!
"Heh, hold on. It won't take long," Li Yu reassured him with a smile, and then, with a thought, the willow branches binding Tang San right leg tightened suddenly.
At that moment.
The sky suddenly lit up with a blood-red glow, and a heavy, oppressive aura descended.
The crowd's faces changed, fear evident in their expressions.
Bibi Dong and the other Title Douluos narrowed their eyes. Was Tang Hao coming?
Qian Renxue furrowed her brow, her palms sweating.
If Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect members intervened, things could get troublesome.
"Should I call Grandpa for help?" she whispered to herself.
But just then, a voice entered her ears—"It's fine."
Qian Renxue froze for a moment. She looked up and saw Li Yu, calm and even smiling.
"It's fine. I've been meaning to stretch my muscles. I wonder how strong Tang Hao is now," Dugu Bo voice also reached Qian Renxue ears at the same time.
After the transformation of his Martial Spirit into the Snow-scaled Celestial Flood Dragon, Dugu Bo strength had greatly increased.
Not only was his poison stronger, but his direct combat ability was now on par with the strongest Title Douluos.
"You insolent brat!"
Tang Hao voice finally rang out. A massive shadow carrying a giant hammer appeared above the Supreme Pontiff's Hall.
At the same time, nine terrifying soul rings appeared, fully exposed.
Yellow! Yellow! Purple! Purple! Black! Black! Black! Black! Red!
The crowd's pupils contracted at that moment—red soul rings!
What did that mean? Everyone present knew all too well!
At the same time, his identity was unmistakable.
Tang Hao had arrived!