I am in Douluo, but I am the favorite of the soul beast group.

Chapter 212 Huo Wu's Promise

As he raised his hand, a huge hammer shadow flashed directly in front of Tang San. With a loud bang, the huge golden-red fireball shattered.

Under the shocked gazes of Huo Wu and her group, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand continued to move forward with unabated force, smashing straight in front of them.

They were simply unable to resist the terrifying attack force. They used their remaining soul power to build a soul power barrier, but it shattered in the blink of an eye.

However, Tang San did not stop at this time. Instead, he felt a sense of superiority and looking down on the world.

The next moment, the huge Clear Sky Hammer fell on the fighting spirit arena. The ground shook violently, raising a cloud of dust, and Huo Wushuang and the other seven people flew backwards and flew straight out of the arena.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian on the viewing platform suddenly flew down and caught Huo Wu steadily before she fell.

"Sister Huowu, are you okay?"

Feeling the person he thought about day and night so close to him, and even being able to smell the faint feminine fragrance on Huo Wu, was simply wonderful. If he hadn't been wearing a mask, I'm afraid people would have noticed his embarrassment.

Huo Wu pushed Feng Xiaotian away.

"Not dead yet."

Then he glanced at Tang San in the center of the fighting arena, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.

Feng Xiaotian also noticed Huo Wu's abnormality and spoke immediately.

"Sister Huo Wu, don't worry, I will help you avenge this."

Hearing this, Huo Wu turned around, a hint of disdain flashing across her eyes.

"Can you defeat his martial spirit?"

"Cough cough," Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but cough lightly and then said.

"Although I can't beat him, don't forget that the martial soul's true body needs soul power to support it. Even if he can recover his soul power in the next few days, it is impossible for him to recover his soul power. With my Soul King-level cultivation, it won't be a problem for me to deal with him, a Soul Sect."

"Soul King!" Huo Wu couldn't help but look at Feng Xiaotian again.

"Okay then, I'll see how you beat him. If you can win, I'll consider your matter."

Hearing this, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in Feng Xiaotian's eyes.
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When the smoke and dust cleared, a huge deep pit had been smashed into the ground, and even most of the fighting arena had been destroyed.

And Shrek and his companions were trembling behind him.

It took a long time for the referee to react.

"Shrek Academy wins!"

On the way, Dai Mubai hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"Xiao San, that hammer of yours just now."

Tang San nodded directly and said.

"Yes, it is the Clear Sky Hammer, but my teacher has never allowed me to use it."

Along the way, compared to the excitement of the group, a hint of helplessness flashed in Tang San's eyes.

When they returned to the rest area, there was some guilt in Tang San's eyes.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have used the Clear Sky Hammer so early."

The master shook his head.

"Forget it. I can't blame you for this. I can only say that their cooperation was too tacit and the timing of this attack was too good."

"Although I was exposed, it's better than being seriously injured and affecting the next game."

At this point, the master frowned.

"But what I didn't expect is that with just enough soul power, you can actually use your martial soul true body. The Clear Sky Hammer is indeed worthy of being the world's number one weapon martial soul."

Tang San hesitated for a moment and said.

"Teacher, will I cause any unnecessary trouble by doing this?"

After taking a deep breath, the master continued.

"There will definitely be trouble, but never mind. The teacher can handle this matter."

"By the way, how much of your soul power can be restored tomorrow?"

When speaking, the master's eyes were looking at Tang Ya. In the master's opinion, the fact that Tang San was able to use his weapon soul body probably meant that Tang Ya had given most of her soul power to Tang San.

Tang Ya smiled slightly. "Master, I recovered quickly and it won't affect tomorrow's qualifying match."

Tang San also said.

"Well, teacher, I have some medicine in my hand. There will be no problem in restoring my soul power to its peak."

The master thought for a moment and then said.

"That's good, but within a week, the Soul Body cannot be used anymore, otherwise, the soul will be drained and the person will die."

Normally, the interval between a Soul Saint's use of his Martial Soul's True Avatar is about three days, but that is calculated based on the Soul Saint's recovery ability.

"However, you don't have to worry. After this battle, I guess some academies with average strength will not choose to fight us, so you can recover well during this period."

On this side, Ning Rongrong saw Tang Ya sitting down, and immediately started to touch Tang Ya as if no one was around.

For a moment, Tang Ya actually blushed.

"Rongrong, there are so many people watching, what are you doing?"

Ning Rongrong's face showed a serious expression.

"What? With such a big fireball, I must check if you are injured."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong took out a small porcelain bottle from her waist.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong still wanted to take action, Tang Ya hurriedly hugged Ning Rongrong's waist and spoke softly.

"Okay, I've already told you I'm fine, stop thinking about it."

In this position, every breath Tang Ya took was sprayed in front of Ning Rongrong. With so many people watching, Ning Rongrong felt a little shy. She quickly broke away from Tang Ya's hand and sat aside.

Oscar looked at this scene, and a hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes.

Originally, four boys and four girls were just right in the academy. What was going on now? Were they planning to pair him and Ma Hongjun together?
However, I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but why does it feel like Ma Hongjun’s skin is almost catching up with these girls?

This increasingly fair skin accidentally touched his skin, and he could even feel the touch of a girl. Could it be that he was really turned gay?

No, that's not right. Oscar likes beautiful girls. How could he have sexual interest in Ma Hongjun? It must be an illusion.

Oscar's stomach boiled with a glance at Ma Hongjun's plump body and the way he pinched his fingers from time to time.

It's really unbearable.

At night, Sarath returned to the Spirit Hall and threw the cup in his hand to the ground.

"Damn it, they can actually use their martial spirit's true body. If they continue like this, who can eliminate them?"

At this time, the deacon from before also rushed back and saw the furious Bishop Salas, and hurriedly said.

"Sir, don't worry. The Pope's Palace already has a way to deal with them."

Seeing the deacon come back so quickly, Sarath felt a lot calmer.

"What does His Holiness say?"

The deacon said respectfully,

"Your Majesty said that he would not let that girl live to the finals."

"That's good. What about that kid named Tang San?" Saras asked casually.

The deacon bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty said that if he doesn't cause trouble, then we don't have to bother with him."

Hearing this, Sarath raised his hand and took another letter, then said in a cold voice.

"Go ahead and submit it."

"A fourteen-year-old Soul Sect master, a ten-thousand-year-old fourth ring master, twin martial spirits, and an enemy of the Spirit Hall. I believe that His Holiness the Pope will change his decision."

In his eyes, Tang Ya's training speed is indeed very fast, but it is still inferior to the twin martial souls.

With Tang San's aptitude, it is basically a matter of time for him to cultivate to the Title Douluo. By then, he will add a full set of ten thousand year spirit rings to his second martial soul. The Title Douluo with eighteen spirit rings will be enough to make them sleepless.

More importantly, this man is the son of Spirit Hall’s enemy.

{Guess who she is}
There aren't many people here, so I'll just update on the weekend.

By the way, let me ask you something. If no one reads it, I will continue writing 4000 words tomorrow. If no one reads it, I will write words. QAQ