Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 275 Have you had enough trouble?

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The next day, the second round of the qualifying tournament began.

The pace of the qualifying rounds is much faster than that of the preliminary rounds. There are no spectators, no cheers, only results. Moreover, in the one-on-one format, if the skill gap is too large, the match is often decided in one move, with no room for respite.

Soon, the final match of today's qualifying rounds came: Royal Fighting Team versus Shrek Team.

When Xuanming entered the arena representing the Royal Fighting Team, everyone in the audience looked on in astonishment, clearly not expecting Xuanming to make a move in the qualifying round.

After all, the Royal Fighting Team's teamwork is a mess, but their individual skills are extremely strong.

Just when everyone thought Shrek Academy was going to give up the match like they did in the preliminaries, Tang San stepped onto the field.

"Are they crazy?" Feng Xiaotian frowned.

He suffered a serious injury in the qualifiers and only recovered just before the qualifying rounds were about to begin. If his fate wasn't enough to show everyone the gap between himself and Xuanming, wouldn't the subsequent ordeal of Thunder Academy be enough?
The seven students from Thunder Academy were easily defeated by Xuanming, and now Tang San still dares to go on stage?
"Isn't this Tang San a bit too arrogant?" Huo Wu said.

"Does he really think his evolved Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul can fight against Xuanming?"

"They're probably too embarrassed to surrender directly anymore," Huo Wushuang said.

"They've made it to the qualifying rounds, so it would be too shameful if they didn't even dare to play."

"They were already in such a bad state during the qualifiers, why would they care about this?" Huo Wu said dismissively.

In the very first match of the opening ceremony, before the fighting even began, two team members were so frightened that they tumbled off the stage. Such a situation had never occurred before in the Soul Master Tournament.

In the arena, Tang San and Xuan Ming stood facing each other. Compared to Xuan Ming's composure, Tang San's expression was exceptionally solemn.

He certainly wouldn't be so arrogant as to think he could defeat Xuanming. This battle was merely to test his own limits and see just how far apart they really were.

"Both sides, prepare—the match begins!"

At the referee's signal, Tang San instantly released his Blue Silver King Martial Soul. The evolved vines were far more resilient and powerful than before, gleaming with a deep blue luster.

Just as Tang San was about to use his first soul skill to test the waters, Xuan Ming slowly raised his right hand to everyone's astonishment—

A crimson light swirled, and a spear shrouded in a heavy aura of malevolence suddenly appeared.

As the Soul Master Competition progressed, Xuanming took out his Blood Spear for the first time on the field, which immediately sparked a lot of discussion among the participating teams.

"What does he mean by that? Does that Tang San have the right to make him take this seriously?" Feng Xiaotian stood up angrily.

Although he knew he was no match for Xuanming, Xuanming had clearly not been serious in their previous encounters!
"Sect Leader Ning, is there anything special about this Tang San?" Emperor Xueye was also somewhat surprised and couldn't help but ask Ning Fengzhi.

Even Thunder Academy back then wasn't enough to make Xuanming take out his weapon. Could this control-type Soul Master from Shrek Academy be even stronger than Thunder Academy?

“Your Majesty, you will soon see Tang San’s special qualities,” Ning Fengzhi said.

Xuanming was attacked outside Tiandou City by someone suspected to be a direct descendant of the Haotian Sect. He investigated the matter extensively, but found no information about any direct disciples of the Haotian Sect going out. In other words, that person was very likely Tang Hao!

Tang San is Tang Hao's son, and now...

"Stop with those pointless tests," Xuanming said calmly.

"I don't have that much patience."

Upon hearing this, a resolute glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. The Blue Silver King Vine in his hand grew rapidly, and as his third soul ring flickered, a huge blue silver cage rose from the ground, instantly sealing Xuan Ming inside.

Immediately following, the blue-silver cage began to shrink rapidly, while countless thorns formed from vines attacked Xuanming from all directions.

Xuanming swung his blood spear violently, unleashing a surge of ferocious blood energy that instantly tore the blue silver cage to shreds!

Before he could take the next step, dense vines of the Blue Silver King sprouted from his body.

"I told you, stop with these pointless tests." Xuanming was getting impatient. His soul power surged, and the dense vines shattered once more.

In that brief moment, Tang San moved his feet, and with those elusive and unpredictable steps, he had already closed in on Xuan Ming.

"Is he crazy?!"

The audience gasped in surprise, utterly bewildered by Tang San's actions.

Engage in close combat with Xuanming? Are you courting death?
Have you forgotten what happened to Thunder Academy?

Tang San hadn't forgotten, but he knew very well that even if his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul evolved and its strength increased significantly, it still wouldn't be able to block Xuanming's Blood Spear. His only chance of winning was to close the distance and engage in close combat.

The Blood Spear is a long weapon, which is extremely restrictive in narrow spaces and even more difficult to use in close combat.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Tang San's hands quietly turned into the color of white jade. One hand gripped the blood spear, while the other swiftly grasped Xuanming's wrist pulse point!
Even the strongest Beast Soul Master has weaknesses. Joints, meridians... striking these areas doesn't require immense force, yet it can cause severe damage.

Using the Blue Silver Cage and Parasite to divert attention and gain an opportunity to get close, this was Tang San's first tactic.

So far, everything is going well.

However, the moment his left hand touched the blood spear, it was too late for regrets.

The indestructible Xuan Yu Hand was instantly torn apart by the ferocious aura, causing excruciating pain!
Before he could even touch Xuanming's wrist, he had to use Ghost Shadow Steps to retreat quickly.

Looking at his left hand, which was covered in blood and looked as if it had been devoured by a ferocious beast, Tang San's pupils shrank, unable to comprehend the scene before him.

"Are you... out of your mind?" Xuanming couldn't help but look at him like he was an idiot.

"What's going on?" Emperor Xueye asked in confusion.

"How did Tang San suddenly get injured?"

Ning Fengzhi's expression was somewhat unnatural. "Your Majesty, Xuanming's Blood Spear Martial Soul is extremely special. You should have heard some rumors that this Martial Soul can devour its master."

"Then how could a weapon that would devour even its own master tolerate being touched by others?"

Xuanming's Blood Spear can devour people; this is not an exaggeration, but a fact!

Let alone someone like Tang San whose cultivation is still below the Xuanming level, even a Title Douluo at the Sword Bone realm would suffer a strong backlash if they touched it!
"Don't waste time," Xuanming said.

"Or is this all you've ever done?"

Tang San took a deep breath, his fourth spirit ring flashed, and the Blue Silver Grass grew rapidly. In a deep blue light, a spear made of Blue Silver Grass appeared in his hand.

Blue Silver Overlord Gun!
Xuanming raised an eyebrow slightly. "You want to play with guns with me?"

Tang San's expression was cold and stern, his Blue Silver Overlord Spear gripped tightly in his hand, the tip pointing directly at Xuanming. "How will you know if you don't try?"

Guns and spears are similar in shape but different in substance.

The gun is heavy for piercing, and its shaft is flexible, making it more agile.

The spear shaft is rigid and relies on strength.

Strictly speaking, the gun is an evolution of the spear, with no less power and greater agility.

"Then let's go." The Xuanming Blood Spear trembled, its murderous aura surging, and the entire arena was enveloped in a chilling atmosphere.

Tang San showed no fear. With his soul power infused, the Blue Silver Overlord Spear shone brightly. He touched the ground with his toes, his body flashing like lightning, and charged out, the spear piercing the wind as it thrust straight at Xuanming!
Xuanming stood firmly in place until the spear tip was almost upon him, then he swung his spear to meet the attack.

A deafening clang rang out, sparks flew! The powerful impact caused cracks to spread across the arena.

Tang San felt a tremendous force coming from the gun, which made his arm go numb and he could barely hold the gun. But he gritted his teeth, forcibly steadied himself, and circulated his soul power again, intending to counterattack.

Xuanming gave him no chance, his blood spear sweeping across, a crimson arc of light slashing down at his waist!
Tang San's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly used his Ghost Shadow Steps to dodge the attack, but the strong wind made his cheeks sting.

"A spear can indeed overcome the cumbersome nature of a lance, but with your limited skills, you shouldn't embarrass yourself." Xuanming said indifferently.

"Is that so?" Tang San's first spirit ring flashed again, and the Blue Silver King vines once again entangled Xuan Ming, briefly binding him to the spot!

Even if it was only for a moment, it was enough for Tang San. He exerted all his strength, and the Blue Silver Overlord Spear thrust out once more!

Xuanming frowned, broke free of his restraints, and unleashed his blood spear—

In the fierce collision, the Blue Silver Overlord Spear first cracked and then shattered in less than a breath! Tang San was also thrown backward by the shock and almost fell off the stage.

"Have you made enough of a scene?" Xuanming asked impatiently.

Tang San steadied himself, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained firm, showing no sign of retreat.

He had already used all his strength in the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, but it was clear that this power was meaningless in front of Xuan Ming.

If that's the case, why doesn't Xuanming defeat him?

What is he waiting for?
He started thinking about this question last night: with Xuanming's strength, could his evolved Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul really arouse his interest?

Obviously it is impossible.

Why would Xuanming still want to fight him?
There is only one answer.

Clear Sky Hammer!
(End of this chapter)