Tang San declared coldly, "I, Tang San, will shatter all your pride!"
With an expressionless face, he thought to himself: As long as I instill some 'Chicken Soup' (a reference to motivational rhetoric or ideology), I will have limitless potential, unwavering faith, and boundless confidence.
It was as if, in the next moment, he could defeat Xiao Feilian.
"Xiao Feilian, you are only so arrogant because your soul power level is higher."
"If your soul power is higher, why can't I use hidden weapons to make up for the difference?"
"After all, if you use a weapon, it means you're fighting dishonorably!"
Enough pretending. Time to reveal the truth, Tang San was exactly thinking this way.
The words he spoke sounded somewhat reasonable.
The audience pondered for a brief moment before shaking their heads.
Reasonable? My ass.
In the world of Douluo Dalu, strength reigns supreme.
Where does absolute fairness exist?
If someone is older and has cultivated for a few more years, so what?
Who told you to be born at the wrong time?
"This Tang San can really twist death into life with his words."
"Who made the rule that higher soul power means you can't use weapons?"
"He really has no shame…"
The crowd had finally witnessed Tang San's shamelessness firsthand.
Though it seemed like a long time had passed, in reality, Tang San and Xiao Feilian had barely exchanged a few sentences, and only about thirty seconds had elapsed.
Tang San had no intention of wasting words with Xiao Feilian.
The Blue Silver Grass in his right hand retracted, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his left hand.
To deal with Xiao Feilian, he had no confidence unless he used the fifth soul skill of Blue Silver Grass.
But to protect Xiao Wu's soul, he restrained himself from using either of the two fifth soul skills.
Thus, he chose to wield the hammer in his left hand to protect the grass in his right.
At this moment, he finally understood why Tang Hao had spoken those words.
Perhaps they had nothing to do with his mother after all.
His beloved had sacrificed herself for him, becoming the soul ring of his right-hand grass, perhaps this was something Tang Hao had foreseen long ago.
Originally, Xiao Wu becoming the ninth soul ring of his Blue Silver Grass was supposed to be the best outcome.
Once he obtained a soul ring for the Clear Sky Hammer, he could use his left-hand hammer to protect his right-hand grass!
"So that's it—I understand now!"
Tang San had an epiphany, finally grasping Tang Hao's good intentions.
"Enough talk, watch my hammer!"
Tang San gripped the Clear Sky Hammer, dragging it along the ground.
Using the power of his lower legs, he drove force through his entire body and struck toward an empty spot.
Having suffered a loss before, he was fully aware of just how terrifying Xiao Feilian's speed was.
Attempting to land a direct hit using the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique was nearly impossible.
His only option was to accumulate power before Xiao Feilian could react.
As long as he stacked enough force, his final hammer strike, combined with teleportation and the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique, would surely defeat Xiao Feilian in one move.
A sudden, explosive attack, Xiao Feilian would be either dead or severely injured.
Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Tang San continued swinging his hammer, smashing it into the ground as if he had an irreconcilable grudge against it.
Some of the older generation soul masters immediately recognized what Tang San was doing.
"The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique, Tang San is planning to stack his attacks to take down Xiao Feilian in one strike."
Xiao Feilian was slightly puzzled. She didn't understand what Tang San was trying to do.
Last time they fought, he hadn't used such flashy tricks.
Of course, with her experience, she still understood what he was attempting.
Stacking power, each swing of the Clear Sky Hammer was stronger than the last.
Against an ordinary Soul Sage, Tang San might indeed have a chance, but she, Xiao Feilian, was no ordinary Soul Sage.
Without any soul rings flashing, Xiao Feilian's figure instantly appeared beside Tang San.
The spot where she had stood before was now only a lingering afterimage.
Not only was Tang San shocked, but the spectators were also dumbfounded.
That speed was simply terrifying!
"Is this the speed a Soul Sage can achieve without using a soul skill?"
The audience murmured in confusion.
They had seen Soul Sages fight before, but they had never encountered one with such extreme speed while not using any soul rings.
Tang San's pupils contracted as he stared at Xiao Feilian in disbelief!
He had only stacked three hammer strikes, so there was no way his strength could match hers yet.
If he tried to meet her attack head-on, he would undoubtedly lose!
Tang San refused to sit and wait for defeat.
Light flickered on his right arm, and in an instant, his figure appeared in another corner of the arena.
With a loud "Boom!" the Clear Sky Hammer struck the ground once more.
"I originally wanted to take her by surprise."
"Looks like I'll have to change my strategy."
Tang San thought to himself.
Using the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique while teleporting, unless Xiao Feilian was an idiot, she would definitely be on guard against it.
Tang San could only grit his teeth and stick to his plan. There was no turning back now.
"So what if she's seen through it?"
"In the face of absolute strength, Xiao Feilian won't stand a chance."
At this moment, the supposedly "absolutely strong" Tang San was highly alert, scanning his surroundings as if deeply afraid Xiao Feilian would suddenly appear before he could teleport again.
Sure enough, Xiao Feilian only hesitated briefly before instantly reappearing beside him.
Although she didn't have teleportation skill, her speed was not much slower.
This was an arena battle, and the stage was only so big. For a Soul Sage-level powerhouse, crossing that distance took merely a blink of an eye.
Tang San's teleportation ability had the greatest advantage when used unexpectedly.
But in such a small space, its effectiveness was drastically reduced.
Tang San teleported once again, vanishing from Xiao Feilian's sight.
The moment he landed, he swung his hammer once more, stacking his fifth strike.
Xiao Feilian paused, seemingly in a daze.
Even Tang San believed she was frustrated, after all, a dignified Soul Sage couldn't even handle a mere pre-Soul Emperor.
For a Soul Sage, this was utter humiliation!
But in reality, that wasn't the case.
If Xiao Feilian were truly frustrated, she would have immediately used a soul skill to counter Tang San, not simply stand there in a daze.
"Sixth… Seventh… Eighth…"
Seeing Xiao Feilian hesitate, Tang San rejoiced and swiftly stacked several more strikes.
How could he miss such a golden opportunity? This was her problem, not his!
"Twentieth strike…"
By the time Tang San delivered his twentieth hammer strike, his power had increased dramatically.
At this moment, he finally realized how domineering the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique truly was.
As long as he had an environment where he could stack hammer strikes, this was the ultimate attack method.
And if such an environment didn't exist? Then he would create one!
With Xiao Wu's soul bone ability, his hammer-stacking technique would gain an even greater advantage.
"Fortieth strike…"
"Hm?"