"Eight Spider Lances?" Tang San looked at the eight spider-leg-like Spirit Bones behind Meng Yiran's back. Their appearance and name gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Meng Yiran crossed her arms, pressing them against her fair skin as the Eight Spider Lances lifted her entire body, allowing her to look down at Tang San with arrogance. "The Clear Sky Hammer isn't all that impressive—just relying on the advantage of your sect."
An External Soul Bone, something even rarer than ordinary Spirit Bones, naturally gave Meng Yiran the confidence to be haughty.
Seeing Meng Yiran flaunt her Spirit Bone so openly, some Soul Masters below the stage whispered in confusion, "Is this girl not afraid of death? She's showing off her Spirit Bone so brazenly."
"You don't understand," another replied. "External Soul Bones are different from ordinary Spirit Bones. You need to absorb the Spirit Ring of the Spirit Beast it came from to fuse with it, unlike other Spirit Bones that can be inherited. Besides, Meng Yiran is the granddaughter of Serpent Grandmother Dragon Duke—one a Soul Emperor, the other a Soul Douluo. Unless you're a Titled Douluo, no ordinary Soul Master would dare offend them. And this is Spirit Hall City—who would be foolish enough to rob a student of Spirit Academy here?"
Indeed, Meng Yiran had originally planned to join the Beast Taming Academy. But by chance, she hunted down a Human-Faced Demon Spider and obtained the Eight Spider Lances. After careful consideration, she decided to join Spirit Academy, intending to enter Spirit Hall directly after graduation.
To become a glorious Clergy of Spirit Hall.
"Ha~~~" Tang San couldn't help but yawn, exhaling deeply. "Sorry, could we hurry this up? I need half an hour of nap time every afternoon, or I won't have energy for the rest of the day."
The entire arena fell silent. Everyone was stunned—including Meng Yiran, who had been brimming with pride over her External Soul Bone.
What was wrong with this guy?! How could he not react at all to seeing an External Soul Bone?!
"Pfft." Qian Renxue on the stage couldn't help but chuckle. "The son of the Clear Sky Douluo is truly something else."
To be fair, it wasn't Tang San's fault. An External Soul Bone? He had one too—and his was even a divine-gifted Spirit Bone.
Meng Yiran gritted her teeth so hard they creaked. The next moment, she channeled Soul Power into her Eight Spider Lances. With a thud, the tips of the lances propelled her forward as she charged at Tang San, Serpent Staff in hand.
A faint smile curled on Tang San's lips as he thought to himself, Since you're using an External Soul Bone, it's only fair if I do too.
In the next instant, his left pupil turned pale gold, and the world before his eyes transformed. Time seemed to slow down several times over—Meng Yiran's fierce charge now appeared sluggish to him.
Tongue Blades shot out from the head of the Serpent Staff, their normally fleeting attacks now clearly visible.
"Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique—Returning Guidance."
Clang! Clang! Clang! Tang San swung the Clear Sky Hammer as effortlessly as twirling a staff, deflecting every single Tongue Blade Meng Yiran launched.
Seeing her attacks rendered useless, Meng Yiran's eyes flashed. She continued firing Tongue Blades while maneuvering her body with the Eight Spider Lances.
The next second, a glimmer of light flashed across Meng Yiran's third Soul Ring. Amidst such an intense clash, an ordinary opponent would never have noticed the flicker of her third Soul Ring.
But unfortunately, Meng Yiran's opponent was no ordinary person. Within Tang San's Rakshasa Vision, every move she made was laid bare before him.
"Not a bad idea—using the attack from your First Soul Skill to conceal your third." Tang San's eyes locked onto a hidden technique concealed within the Tongue Blade. It wasn't a blade of Soul Power but rather one condensed from venom.
If Tang San continued to strike it down with his Clear Sky Hammer, the venomous web would burst open, ensnaring him tightly and likely leading to his defeat through poisoning.
Whoosh! Seeing her concealed third Soul Skill about to hit Tang San, a triumphant smile began to spread across Meng Yiran's face.
Suddenly, Tang San tilted his body slightly, as if intentionally letting the attack slip past. Meng Yiran's third Soul Skill grazed his clothes before flying past. The moment it struck the ground, snap!—the evaded Tongue Blade unfurled into a poisonous spiderweb, sizzling and smoking as it corroded the arena floor.
"How did that Soul Skill dagger explode?!"
"Huh? When did she switch techniques? And Tang San still dodged it?!"
Qian Renxue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. Though she had also noticed Meng Yiran's ambush, she was merely a spectator and a Soul Emperor at that. She hadn't expected Tang San to evade it so effortlessly.
Realizing her third Soul Skill sneak attack had failed, Meng Yiran flew into a rage and charged straight at Tang San. Her Eight Spider Lances stabbed at him like eight spears, relentless and wild.
Facing the rain of thrusts, Tang San's feet moved like the wind—Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. Each strike was deftly dodged with his ghostly agility, making him look like a dancer gliding effortlessly through a storm.
"How—how is this possible?!" Meng Yiran was utterly shocked. Her Eight Spider Lances' attacks were being dodged so easily!
Even the slightest graze from them would inflict poisoning, yet not a single one of her strikes had so much as brushed against Tang San!
"This can't be! With the Eight Spider Lances, I should be invincible among my peers!" Meng Yiran swung her Serpent Staff at Tang San, her initial composure shattered into disbelief—clearly, she had lost her cool.
Facing her staff, Tang San remained expressionless. His first Soul Ring flared to life—the moment Meng Yiran chose close combat, her defeat was sealed.
"First Soul Skill—Mountain Shattering Tremor."
Boom! Gripping the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, Tang San brought it down with terrifying force and high-frequency vibrations, striking Meng Yiran squarely.
Even as she hastily formed a defense with her Eight Spider Lances and blocked with her Serpent Staff, it was futile. The tremendous shockwaves bypassed her defenses, slamming into her body and sending her flying. She tumbled across the arena, nearly rolling right off the edge.
"Close combat against the Clear Sky Hammer? What were you thinking?"
Tang San walked calmly toward Meng Yiran, who was struggling to rise with her Eight Spider Lances, intending to push her off the stage. Suddenly, her eyes sharpened—her right hand, hidden in his blind spot, flicked out a dagger with an unusual technique.
It was a Hidden Weapon! And Meng Yiran hadn't thrown it randomly—she had a specialized method!
With a sharp snap, Tang San extended two fingers and firmly caught the flying dagger between them.
Seeing the technique and the Hidden Weapon, a strange glint flickered in Tang San's eyes. He glanced at Meng Yiran, who stood on the ground, stunned that he had caught her weapon. Smiling faintly, he said, "Hidden Weapons? A Soul Breaking Blade, no less. It seems you forged this yourself. Not only is the craftsmanship poor, but your technique isn't even close to mastery. You can't even claim basic proficiency—you haven't grasped the fundamentals yet."
"Who could this possibly kill?"
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