Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 287 Let the Arrows Fly a Little Longer

Ding~

Another slash landed, and both of their left hands (left wing) trembled slightly.

One reason was that the heavy blow had numbed his left wing, and the other was that the sharp soul power and increasingly strong force emanating from the opponent's body almost caused him to drop the hammer from his hand.

This can't go on any longer; the two of them had the same thought.

Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth again, attempting to increase his attack frequency once more. He refused to believe that Tang San could accurately block his attacks every time.

Tang San, after taking another hit and sliding backward a distance, finally remembered why Feng Xiaotian's attack pattern had seemed somewhat familiar.

This tastes like Dad!

No, to be precise, Tang Hao had taught him a similar method before. Although it wasn't for combat, under the observation of the Purple Demon Eye, he could sense that Feng Xiaotian's attack pattern wasn't perfect either, and that was enough.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian rapidly attacking him again, Tang San took a deep breath, half-turned his body, and changed his grip on the hammer from one hand to both hands. He used his lower legs to drive his waist, his waist to drive his back, and his back to drive his arms, and his whole body half-rotated. The small black hammer, only a foot long, in his hands rose from below and directly met Feng Xiaotian's attack.

boom--

Feng Xiaotian flew exceptionally high this time, and his face, which was not clearly visible to the crowd, turned deathly pale for a moment. Knowing his own situation, he could sense that a crack had appeared on his wing after the attack.

Another self-created soul skill? Feng Xiaotian thought uncertainly, but he had no intention of giving up. His combo attack had only just begun, and he also noticed that Tang San was struggling a bit. It was still uncertain who would emerge victorious.

He once again performed a magnificent twist and swooped down. Tang San, on the ground, was also somewhat turbulent due to the hasty exertion. However, he also noticed that under his attack, Feng Xiaotian flew higher than before, and his arms also showed a slight unnaturalness.

It worked! Tang San was overjoyed. He increased the speed of his body rotation and his footwork became smoother. Using the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique to deal with it was indeed the right choice.

Thus, a rather bizarre scene unfolded on the arena: both of them were spinning, one in mid-air and the other on the ground, one striking down with its wings and the other swinging a small hammer upwards, the continuous crashing sounds causing the arena below them to begin to crack.

Moreover, both of them were getting faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, they had already collided more than ten times.

The atmosphere on the northernmost stands became even more tense.

If it were just the Clear Sky Hammer spirit from before, that would be one thing, but now that the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique has appeared, it's almost certain that Tang San is a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, and one with a very high status at that.

The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is not unique to the Haotian Sect, but the coexistence of the two is a different story.

"Your Highness..."

At this moment, Salas no longer cared about Han Li's earlier action of telling him to shut up. If the three conditions of Clear Sky Hammer, Twin Martial Souls, and Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique were separated, he could ignore them.

But when all three of these factors appear in one person at the same time, even if the Holy Son is right in front of him, he cannot pretend not to see them.

"Okay, let's send a message to Wuhun City."

Han Li's smile vanished, and he spoke expressionlessly, which relieved everyone from the Heavenly Dou Empire. That's more like it.

They weren't afraid of Han Li not reacting, but they were afraid of him reacting. They were afraid that Han Li would directly choose to arrest people, and they were also afraid that he would continue to smile as before. Neither of these was what they wanted to see.

The move to first pass the message on to Spirit City put them at ease a little, which was consistent with the Spirit Hall's usual response in their eyes for the past twenty years.

Xue Ye didn't talk to Han Li this time, nor did he even pay attention to Xue Qinghe. He seemed to be deep in thought. He was unsure whether the direct descendant of Haotian Sect joining Tiandou Royal Academy and making a public appearance was sending him some kind of signal.

Ning Fengzhi frowned. Something was wrong. This kid's reaction was too strange. Based on all the information he had gathered and their interactions over the past period, how could he make the same choice as Bibi Dong?

He is definitely a radical. The simplest example is the matter of Shui Bing'er and Zhu Zhuqing. He would allow an enemy of the Spirit Hall to openly and brazenly show its presence.

You have to understand, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was just taking sides back then, and this brat was causing him trouble not long ago. Something's definitely not right.

As for giving face to the Heavenly Dou Empire, don't be ridiculous. Zhu Zhuqing is still in his residence. Is Heavenly Dou as powerful as Star Luo? Xue Ye and Xue Qinghe don't have that kind of face.

Ning Fengzhi discreetly observed the expressions of everyone in the stands and decided to have Ning Rongrong continue to maintain contact with Han Li—no, to be even more direct.

As for him, he glanced at Xue Ye and Xue Qinghe, deciding not to put all his eggs in one basket, and continued to maintain the relationship between them.

On the arena, Feng Xiaotian's consecutive strikes had already exceeded twenty, while Tang San's Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique had already swung sixteen times. Both of them were starting to lose control.

Feng Xiaotian wanted to stop, but he found that he simply couldn't. Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer seemed to have a special adhesive that was pulling at his body, and he couldn't stop using his Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes even if he wanted to.

Tang San, however, did not retaliate voluntarily, but was forced to do so after suffering a heavy blow. He could have controlled more than forty strikes, but due to his previous injuries and the spontaneous surge of fighting spirit after entering the battle, his mind became somewhat muddled.

The baboon's bloodlust and ferocity began to challenge his sanity once again.

Stopping was something almost both of them wanted to do.

Feng Xiaotian's face began to contort from the numbness and pain in his wings, while Tang San's vision was filled with blood red, and he felt somewhat dizzy.

The final blow would decide the outcome. Both of them pursed their lips and frantically gathered all their soul power, sending it towards their wings and hammer respectively.

At that moment, the two did not communicate, but based on their control of the battle, they made the same choice.

In mid-air, Feng Xiaotian's azure wings expanded to about three times their normal size. On the ground below, Tang San's hammer appeared even darker. He forcibly interrupted the follow-up of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and, using the Ghost Shadow Step, made a peculiar move.

The cyan light and the black glow collided. Yes, they collided, because at the last moment, Tang San, at the cost of a sprained left arm, threw the Clear Sky Hammer as a hidden weapon.

A cracking sound rang out as the Haotian Hammer smashed the blue wings, creating cracks in them.

Feng Xiaotian laughed too, just as he wanted. His lips curled upwards, and he uttered a single word: "Explode."

A trickle of blood spilled from his mouth, which actually caused his azure wings to explode. Although these were not his real wings, they contained most of his soul power. This action could be described as a heroic act of cutting off one's own arm.

After delaying the Clear Sky Hammer's attack, the cyan light wing fragments, under his control, avoided Tang San's head and sped towards his body.

Meanwhile, under Tang San's control, the Clear Sky Hammer strangely bypassed the wolf claws that Feng Xiaotian was trying to grab the handle of, and smashed into his chest.

But because of this action, he had no way to dodge Feng Xiaotian's attack. The Haotian Hammer was too heavy, and if his Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique wanted to affect the trajectory, it had to be within a certain range.

Their attacks were simultaneously blocked by each other, and muffled groans and screams rang out. One was thrown into the air, while the other was pinned to the ground, his head lolling to the side as he passed out.

The Haotian Hammer fell from mid-air and slammed heavily onto the arena, creating a deep crater. As it lost its master's soul power to sustain it, it vanished into thin air.

The cheers in the lively venue suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to the referee, who had been barely noticeable at the edge of the field.

The referee stopped both students from requesting to go on stage, walked up to each of them, checked their physical condition, paused for a moment, and then announced loudly:

"Tian Du Royal Academy vs. Shen Feng Academy, a draw."

A rare draw occurred in the Soul Master Competition.

The host slowly descended to the ground, and after speaking quietly with the referee, added:

"Everyone can rest assured that their injuries are not fatal. They will recover with proper rest. Both of them fought to the last moment, demonstrating the prowess of elite Soul Masters. Let's look forward to seeing them bring us even more exciting matches in the qualifying rounds."

After saying that, he ignored the murmurs in the room and notified both teams and the treatment team to enter, and then took the two away.

This was the last match of the day, and unusually, the people in the stands left even faster than the audience in the venue.

The sudden appearance of the direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, who also displayed exceptional talent, forced all major powers to take him seriously. Especially with the Spirit Hall present, no one knew what might happen.

Han Li was the last to leave. Watching everyone's hurried departure, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The final choice is approaching. Although the choices of some people are not important, this is already the countdown to his life, but that does not prevent him from making a choice now.

Moreover, it wasn't without significance. His choice could also bring out those who needed to be eliminated later, and stir up public sentiment. Garbage is just a treasure in the wrong place, let alone an emperor.

Han Li casually conjured an arrow, then dispersed it, concealing his figure.

Let the arrow fly a little longer, there's no rush.

(End of this chapter)