Chapter 204 The Tyranny of Tang San.
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.
How is that possible?
These hidden weapons were all poisoned, and combined with his Xuan Yu Hand technique and the Hundred Disarming Techniques, even a Soul Emperor wouldn't dare to take them head-on.
Lu Ming actually blocked it with a simple gesture?
"If that's all, then you can go lie down."
Before Lu Ming could finish speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
It's not like the Ghostly Shadow Movement that relies on footwork.
Rather, it was simply that the speed was so fast that it created the illusion of disappearing to the naked eye.
Alarm bells rang in Tang San's mind, and he activated his Purple Demon Eye to its fullest extent, attempting to track Lu Ming's movements.
"Here."
A mocking voice rang in his ear.
Tang San felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively wanted to turn around.
But a hand was already on his shoulder.
That hand was long and slender, fair-skinned, and didn't look very strong.
But when it fell, Tang San felt as if he were being crushed by a mountain.
"Kneel down."
Lu Ming spoke calmly.
The force in the palm is released lightly.
"Snap!"
Tang San's knees slammed heavily onto the hard floor of the Soul Arena.
The stone slab shattered, and stone chips flew everywhere.
The excruciating pain contorted Tang San's features, but what he found even more unbearable was this humiliation.
He actually knelt down before his enemy!
"ah!!!"
Tang San roared, and his spine exploded with a loud crack as eight purplish-black spears burst forth from his body.
External Soul Bone, Eight Spider Lances!
The eight spears gleamed with a deadly venomous light, like eight scythes of death, stabbing fiercely at Lu Ming behind him.
The discussion in the chat group became even more heated.
[Wanting a sweet romance]: Is this an external soul bone? It looks disgusting, like a giant spider.
[Little Witch]: Hmph, this thing is disgusting, but I heard it's highly poisonous. However, in front of Brother Lu Ming, it's just a few toothpicks.
[I Have No Mother]: This level of attack couldn't even break through the group leader's protective soul power. Tang San is too weak, ridiculously weak.
[Your Holiness]: This is the twin martial soul genius that Yu Xiaogang praised to the skies? That's it? He can't even compare to one of my Nana's fingers.
[The Most Innocent Fox]: Teacher, you flatter me~ But Tang San really suffered, being beaten up by the group owner. Look at his kneeling posture, so perfect.
On the Battle Arena.
Faced with the eight spider spears thrusting towards him, Lu Ming didn't even bother to dodge.
He stretched out his left hand and, amidst a blur of afterimages, precisely grasped two of the spider spears.
"This piece of trash doesn't even deserve to be called a soul bone!"
Lu Ming flicked his wrist.
A terrifying shockwave traveled through the Eight Spider Lances and into Tang San's body.
"collapse!"
The incredibly hard Eight Spider Spears, capable of cutting even refined iron, were as fragile as a withered tree branch in Lu Ming's hands.
It was snapped in two!
Dark purple blood gushed out.
Tang San screamed in agony as his body convulsed violently.
The external soul bone is connected to the host's bloodline, and the pain of breaking it is no less than that of losing a limb.
Lu Ming casually tossed the two broken spears aside and kicked Tang San in the chest.
"Bang!"
Tang San was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the protective wall dozens of meters away, where he became embedded.
The entire room fell silent.
On Shrek's side, Flander's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.
Zhao Wuji swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Fortunately, I didn't fight this kid to the death back at Shrek Academy; that would have been too brutal.
Yu Xiaogang's face was ashen, his lips trembling: "Impossible... This doesn't make sense... How could the mistress be so defenseless..."
Tang San slid down the wall and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He stood up shakily, the red light in his eyes not only not fading, but becoming even more intense.
That was madness born of utter despair.
"I...haven't lost yet!"
Tang San flicked his left hand.
A small, jet-black hammer appeared in his hand.
Haotian Hammer!
The number one weapon spirit in the world!
"A disheveled cloak!"
Tang San roared, using the force of his spinning body to make the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swell in the wind, and with a whistling sound, he smashed it down on Lu Ming's head.
This is his last trump card.
It is also the strongest ultimate technique of the Haotian Sect.
He refused to believe that Lu Ming could catch the Haotian Hammer with his bare hands!
However, reality is often crueler than imagined.
Lu Ming looked at the giant hammer that was coming at him, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.
"hammer?"
"You can't even play with a hammer properly, let alone your father, let alone you?"
Lu Ming did not use any martial spirit, nor did he use any spirit skills.
He simply clenched his right fist.
It was a fist with not much muscle definition, but at that moment, everyone felt as if the air around them had frozen.
An intensely pure sense of power erupted from that fist.
That was the physical strength granted by the torso bones of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a strength exceeding a million years!
"roll!"
Lu Ming threw a punch.
A head-on clash with the Haotian Hammer!
"clang--!!!"
A deafening clang of metal resounded throughout the entire Great Soul Arena.
The terrifying sound waves visibly spread outwards, forcing the audience in the stands to cover their ears.
The next moment.
A truly horrifying scene unfolded.
The Haotian Hammer, which was known as indestructible and the strongest weapon, was actually punched with a deep fist mark by Lu Ming!
Immediately afterwards.
The immense force rebounded back along the hammer handle.
Tang San felt an irresistible force strike him, and his tiger's mouth instantly split open, bleeding profusely.
The Haotian Hammer flew out of his hand, arcing through the air before crashing heavily into the railing in front of Yu Xiaogang, smashing the steel railing to pieces.
As for Tang San himself.
He was blasted away again by the recoil force, rolled on the ground more than a dozen times, and lay there like a dead dog, unable to get up for a long time.
Crushing.
A complete and utter crushing defeat.
From beginning to end, Lu Ming didn't even release his martial spirit.
The chat group was filled with jubilation.
[Want a sweet romance]: So cool! So cool! He smashed the Haotian Hammer with one hand! Brother Lu's punch really hit my heart!
[Little Witch]: Hahaha, this is hilarious! Is this the "Disorderly Cloak Hammering Technique"? I think it's the "Disorderly Cloak Getting Beaten Up Technique".
[My cat is white and big]: Tang San's expression was like he'd seen a ghost. He probably would never understand how someone could withstand the Clear Sky Hammer with their bare body.
[His Holiness the Pope]: The Clear Sky Hammer? That's outdated. In this era, only the group leader's power is eternal. However, that punch from the group leader just now did indeed have a touch of divine power.
[Liu Erlong]: You brat, you hit so hard! What if you killed him? We'd have to collect Yu Xiaogang's body then, what a hassle.
[A-Yin]: So be it. Keeping such an unfilial son around is just asking for trouble.
[My son is not a bastard]: ...Although it's very satisfying, Sister Yin, aren't you being a bit too harsh with your words? After all, he's your son.
[Ah Yin]: That's all in the past. Now I belong to Young Master Lu, and my heart belongs only to him. Anyone who wants to harm Young Master Lu is my enemy.
(End of chapter)