Chapter 50: Tang Hao, You Are Still This Weak and Feeble!
"Third Soul skills, Thunderous Fury!"
With a roar from Yu Xiaokong, the lightning attribute of his dragon arm instantly doubled, with bursts of blue lightning flickering around his arm.
After using this Soul skills, Yu Xiaokong's aura became even sharper, and his attack power was greatly enhanced.
Immediately after, the attacks of the two collided. In the end, the Clear Sky Hammer proved superior; without even using his third Soul skills, Tang Hao directly defeated the genius youth of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Seeing Tang Hao win, the Great Elder of the Clear Sky Sect, sitting in their spectator stands, showed a look of pride on his face.
"Sect Master Yu, thank you for letting us win."
In the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's stands, the one leading the group of disciples was none other than the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Yuanzhen, who was also Yu Xiaogang's father.
"Your Clear Sky Sect is truly full of talent. At our last gathering, your Sect's Tang Xiao took the top spot. I didn't expect that at this gathering, your Sect's Tang Hao would take the top spot again. It truly makes one envious."
Watching Tang Hao win easily, Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were full of envy; his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was truly facing a gap in talent between generations.
If no true genius was born, then a hundred years later when he passed away, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect might fall from its position among the Upper Three Sects.
Thinking of this, Yu Yuanzhen glanced behind him at his trash son and let out a sigh.
He was truly puzzled by Yu Xiaogang's talent. Clearly, he, Yu Yuanzhen, had outstanding natural talent, and his wife was also a powerful Soul Master. Why would they give birth to a piece of trash with innate Soul Power of only half a rank and a malignant Martial Soul mutation?
After Tang Hao defeated Yu Xiaokong, just as the Spirit Fight was about to continue, a group of Soul Masters suddenly burst into the Spirit Arena.
Upon seeing the newcomers, the leaders of the Upper Three Sects all frowned. Clearly, their moods were very heavy.
The newcomer was no one else but the leader of the hegemon-level power of the Douluo Continent, the Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji.
"Rumor has it that the Upper Three Sects have countless geniuses. This time, my Spirit Hall has come uninvited, also wishing to let the geniuses of my Spirit Hall temper themselves by fighting the geniuses of your Upper Three Sects."
"I wonder if this is acceptable?"
Having said that, Qian Xunji showed a smiling expression, his eyes scanning back and forth across the spectator stands of the Upper Three Sects.
As for Yun Yuan, he stood behind Qian Xunji, waiting silently. As long as the Upper Three Sects agreed, then he, Yun Yuan, would proceed to crush the Dao Hearts of all the geniuses of the Upper Three Sects.
Thinking this way, his eyes looked toward Tang Hao, who had not yet come down from the Spirit Arena, his eyes filled with battle intent and a hint of evaluation.
He wanted to know how much Tang Hao had grown in this year and a half, and whether he could provide him with a bit more fun.
As for Tang Hao defeating him, Yun Yuan felt there wasn't the slightest possibility, unless Tang Hao had also cheated.
On the Spirit Arena.
Seeing an outside power intruding, Tang Hao's gaze turned toward Qian Xunji's direction, and he abruptly saw the person he most wanted to defeat in this life, Yun Yuan!
A year and a half ago, with a Soul Power level of a Rank 29 Great Soul Master, he was defeated by Yun Yuan, who was just a Soul Master. This was the humiliation of his life.
Since then, he had sworn to wash away this humiliation.
The moment Qian Xunji finished inviting the Upper Three Sects to battle, Tang Hao's domineering and coarse voice echoed throughout the Spirit Arena.
"I represent the Clear Sky Sect in agreeing to this challenge!"
Seeing Tang Hao speak up, the Great Elder in the Clear Sky Sect's stands laughed loudly and stroked his beard.
"Good! As expected of a man of my Clear Sky Sect, unafraid of challenges."
Then, he turned his gaze toward Qian Xunji.
"Pope Qian, regarding Spirit Hall's challenge, Hao'er's intention is the intention of my Clear Sky Sect."
Seeing this old fellow from the Clear Sky Sect being so confident, the corners of Qian Xunji's mouth curled up wildly.
He was still worried about not having a chance to let his disciple shatter the Dao Hearts of young geniuses. Now, the Clear Sky Sect had directly stepped forward, so they would fight.
Thinking this, Qian Xunji glanced at Tang Hao on the Spirit Arena, and the ruthlessness in his heart gradually rose.
For some reason, the more he looked at that Tang Hao, the more he disliked him, as if there were some deep-seated hatred between them.
Even with the Clear Sky Sect Master Tang Chen, Qian Xunji didn't have this feeling in his heart, yet he felt it toward a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child. This truly made him feel strange.
However, he didn't think much of it. After the Clear Sky Sect agreed, he then looked toward the stands of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
"The Clear Sky Sect has already agreed. Surely the other two Sects won't fear the geniuses of my Spirit Hall either?"
Hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen and Ning Qingzhou only pondered for a moment before agreeing to Qian Xunji's challenge.
The leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect this time was also their Sect Master, Ning Qingzhou, same as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
As for why the Clear Sky Sect Master didn't come personally, it was naturally a matter of the strength gap. Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect was one of the two super Douluos in the current continent.
An existence of this level acted beyond the constraints of the Sect, doing as he pleased and following his own will.
However, for this gathering, the Clear Sky Sect also gave great importance, sending the Sect's Great Elder, a powerhouse at the Titled Douluo level.
Seeing that the Upper Three Sects all agreed, Qian Xunji also laughed loudly, with excitement he couldn't hide in his eyes.
Immediately after, he looked at Yun Yuan behind him.
"Xiao Yuan, go up and let them see what a true genius is."
As if remembering something, he glanced at Tang Hao on the Spirit Arena a couple of times and continued to specifically instruct Yun Yuan:
"Xiao Yuan, for that Tang Hao, hit him a bit harder. It's best to also mock him ruthlessly and directly shatter his Dao Heart. For some reason, as your teacher, I find that Tang Hao unpleasant to look at no matter how I see him."
Hearing this, Yun Yuan was slightly surprised.
Qian Xunji found Tang Hao unpleasant? This was very logical. In the original storyline, decades later, if it weren't for Tang Hao, Qian Xunji wouldn't have been heavily injured, nor would he have been devoured by Bibi Dong.
Thinking this, Yun Yuan nodded heavily and accepted his teacher Qian Xunji's request.
He looked at Tang Hao on the Spirit Arena, and with a flash of his figure, he had abruptly appeared in front of Tang Hao.
Tang Hao looked at the youth before him who had brought him humiliation, his eyes gradually turning blood-red and his gaze becoming extremely cold.
The two stared at each other for a moment before Yun Yuan spoke first:
"Then let this first match begin with the two of us. It just so happens that I also want to see your progress over this past year and a half."
"Just what I wanted. However, my progress won't disappoint you. You should worry about whether you'll be defeated by my Clear Sky Hammer."
The two could be considered old rivals. After exchanging a few words before the battle, they began to enter a combat state.
The next moment.
Tang Hao's right arm suddenly exerted force, swinging the huge, pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer with one hand, attacking Yun Yuan at an extremely fast speed.
The combat style of the Clear Sky Hammer followed the three words: fast, ruthless, and accurate, pursuing the ultimate attack power and destructive force.
Facing Tang Hao's fierce attack, Yun Yuan smiled slightly, not caring much. A white-hot long spear appeared in his hand; it was precisely his Martial Soul, the Atlas Spear.
He stood where he was, raising the Atlas Spear, the tip of the spear directly bracing against the head of the Clear Sky Hammer, his footsteps not moving in the slightest.
"Tang Hao, after a year and a half, you are still this weak and feeble. Now, you can't even force my figure back an inch."
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