Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

With his flesh and blood, he directly confronted the Clear Sky Hammer, the world's number one offensive weapon spirit renowned for its strength and destructive power.

This is simply...

A strong sense of reluctance welled up in his heart, but the move was already too old, and it was too late to stop now.

"boom--!"

The fists collided, unleashing a deafening roar.

However, the expected tragic scene of the beauty's bones shattering and flying everywhere did not occur. Incredibly, it was Tang Dahai, who was wielding the Haotian Hammer, who was sent flying backward!

Tang Dahai felt an irresistible, immense force coming from the hammer handle. His tiger's mouth instantly split open, his arms trembled violently, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string by the Haotian Hammer, crashing heavily more than ten meters away!

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The Clear Sky Hammer, one of the six most famous martial souls in the world, and the Clear Sky Sect with its ten thousand-year history, is actually no match for this young girl in terms of its most prized power!

Everyone who knows the Clear Sky Hammer was deeply shocked by this scene.

"What kind of martial spirit is that? The Clear Sky Hammer... and she was actually blasted away with a single punch?"

On the platform, Zheng Zhan, the Unbreakable Douluo who was one of Xu Tianran's ninth-level Soul Masters, suddenly stood up, his face filled with disbelief.

Xu Tianran glanced sideways and asked curiously, "Is the Unbreakable King very familiar with the Haotian Sect?"

Zheng Zhan is known as the Indestructible King because he is particularly skilled in defensive soul tools. One of the soul tools he is famous for is called the Indestructible Divine Shield.

Zheng Zhan took a deep breath: "Your Highness, when I was traveling the continent in my early years, I once encountered a master of the Haotian Sect named Tang Yunyue. His strength was so great that even with only an eighth-ring cultivation, he attacked my Unbreakable Divine Shield, and I was not entirely confident in my ability to withstand it. It was because of the extremely powerful strength attribute of the Haotian Hammer Martial Soul that I never expected to be suppressed by a little girl today."

Upon hearing this, Xu Tianran's eyes deepened, and he stared intently at Wang Qiu'er's motionless figure, seemingly lost in thought.

On the stage, Tang Dahai's face turned as red as blood, filled with shame and indignation.

He flipped and leaped up, grabbing the Haotian Hammer that had fallen to the ground, his eyes bloodshot: "Again!"

This time, he held nothing back, and his footwork suddenly became unpredictable. He half-turned his body, gripped the end of the hammer handle tightly with both hands, and swung the heavy Haotian Hammer behind him. He suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, causing his whole body to rotate rapidly like a taut bowstring.

The Haotian Hammer traced a heavy and perfect black arc, carrying an even stronger and more violent momentum than before, and slammed towards Wang Qiu'er once again.

Wang Qiu'er raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, seemingly showing a hint of interest. She still didn't take out the Golden Dragon Spear, but instead stepped forward with her left foot, changed her right fist into a palm, and slapped it to the side.

"Bang!" The first hammer was cleverly deflected, striking the ring and leaving a shallow dent. But Tang Dahai used the momentum to spin, and the second hammer followed with even greater speed and force!

Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang—!"

A continuous roar began to echo across the arena. Tang Dahai was completely immersed in the rhythm of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, his body spinning like a top. Each strike of the Haotian Hammer was faster and heavier than the last, the black hammer shadows almost forming a storm that enveloped Wang Qiu'er's figure.

Wang Qiu'er still did not use the Golden Dragon Spear, nor did she perform a complete Martial Soul Possession. Her body shimmered with golden light as she met the attack with only her fists.

Each collision created a visible shockwave, causing the metal arena to tremble and groan.

In the waiting area of ​​the Haotian Sect, the faces of many disciples and the gray-robed elder leading the group were already as black as the bottom of a pot.

Each loud bang of the hammer striking the other felt like a blow to their faces, making their already gloomy expressions even more ashen.

Despite having the same cultivation level, Tang Dahai not only used his soul skill but also relied on the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, a combat skill that was extremely compatible with the Clear Sky Hammer, to accumulate and stack power layer by layer. Yet, he still couldn't defeat a little girl who didn't even have a martial soul attached to her.

Tang Dahai is already the most outstanding disciple of the Haotian Sect in this generation. Such a record is simply a trampling on the Haotian Sect's ten-thousand-year reputation!

Meanwhile, on the Holy Spirit Church's side of the stands, gasps of surprise rose from all around, but Kong Tianxu seemed completely unsurprised.

If it were a true life-or-death struggle, this Haotian Sect disciple might have had a slight chance, but he lost his temper and chose this purest form of power struggle.

Comparing strength to the Golden Dragon, the progenitor of power? Are you kidding me?

Even if it's the golden dragon that Wang Qiu'er simulated, as the owner of the ultimate power attribute, it's still incomparable to the Clear Sky Hammer!

Don't be fooled by the fact that this guy from Haotian Sect seems to be barely holding on with his Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. In reality, if Wang Qiu'er wanted to, she could have completely suppressed him long ago.

It should be noted that in the original work, Wang Qiu'er allowed Wang Dong'er, who had a higher cultivation level, to use the ten-thousand-year soul skill of the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul in succession, and even stacked it up to dozens of times before she could exert a little force.

Even so, Wang Dong'er still needs to rely on the desperate burst of soul power at the level of twin martial souls to barely maintain her resistance.

They can't see things clearly. Ten thousand years have passed, do these people who play with hammers still think this is ten thousand years ago?

Kong Tianxu shook his head and refocused his attention on the game.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump—!!"

Amidst the thunderous roar of war drums, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique had already reached its sixtieth strike.

Tang Dahai's momentum reached its peak, and black light pulsed from the Haotian Hammer, while Wang Qiu'er's eyes finally narrowed slightly.

Time to end.

A resounding dragon roar burst forth from her mouth without warning, and dazzling golden light spread along her slender figure. A layer of fine and delicate golden dragon scales instantly covered her entire body, and her pupils suddenly turned into vertical eyes. An ancient and primordial pressure swept across the entire scene!

Golden Dragon Martial Soul, Possession!

She finally raised her left hand, which had been hanging limply, and grasped the handle of the Golden Dragon Spear that was stuck to the side. She still didn't use it to attack, but instead plunged it deep into the arena.

In this clash of pure strength, the Golden Dragon Spear offered no assistance whatsoever.

Then, she brought her right fist to her waist, the dragon scales shimmering, and threw another punch!

This punch, without any fancy moves, made Tang Dahai feel as if the world had collapsed, and only this one punch could suffocate him.

He roared and swung his sixtieth hammer blow, the black light on the hammer solidified into a tangible substance, the air was compressed to an extreme degree, and it emitted a shrill shriek like a ghost's wail.

After accumulating power sixty times, the Haotian Hammer contained a force that even an eighth-ring expert would probably not be able to withstand head-on.

"Boom—!"

The deafening roar caused the protective shield to vibrate violently. At the center of the impact, the metal arena instantly shattered into a web of jagged cracks.

Even more horrifying was that the entire arena, with a diameter of 100 meters, seemed to have been slammed into the ground by an unimaginable force. Dust mixed with the powder from the shattered soul guide base around the arena rose into the air several meters high.

This time, Tang Dahai's Haotian Hammer did not bounce back as before, but stopped at the point of collision with Wang Qiu'er.

Immediately, cracks burst open from the center of the hammerhead and spread rapidly!

"Crack... Bang!"

As the hammer shadow shattered, Tang Dahai felt as if he had been struck by a mountain. His martial spirit instantly dissipated, and he staggered back more than ten steps before finally collapsing to the ground with a thud, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was ashen, and his soul power and physical strength were exhausted at the same time.

In the center of the arena, Wang Qiu'er slowly withdrew her fist, and the golden light and dragon scales around her gradually subsided.

We won, we won just like that, in such an absolutely forceful and violent way.

Scattered applause began to rise, and gradually, the applause grew louder.

There were no conspiracies or tricks, no dazzling or bizarre displays; there was only the pure clash of power against power.

In the waiting area of ​​Shrek Academy, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is she really human? That was their only thought at that moment.

"A woman with abnormal, superhuman strength."

Wang Dong'er pursed her lips, gazing at the proud figure standing on the stage, and muttered softly.

Having witnessed Wang Qiu'er's terrifying, unreserved power firsthand, any thought of comparison in her mind had been completely extinguished. At least in the short term, she had absolutely no desire to engage in any form of contest with her opponent on a power level.

On the other side, Tang Dahai struggled to lift his head, looked at Wang Qiu'er who wasn't even breathing, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Can you tell me... what exactly is your martial soul?"

Wang Qiu'er paused slightly, her clear, cool voice coming through her veil:

"Golden Dragon".

As soon as those three words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange.

In the stands, some people unconsciously turned their gaze toward the Holy Spirit Church's grandstand, to the silver-haired figure sitting quietly.

The Golden Dragon and the Silver Dragon, legendary incarnations of the Dragon God, seem to be twins. Could it be that between these two...?

"The golden dragon that corresponds to the silver dragon? I see, what a magnificent golden dragon!"

On the platform, a terrifying glint suddenly flashed in Xu Tianran's eyes, all the previous gloom and resentment were replaced by an almost insane heat.

If I could get this woman's help...

Destiny is indeed on my side!

The meticulously manicured nails dug deep into the palm, unconsciously embedding themselves deep into the flesh.

He had made up his mind to get her; he would do anything to have Wang Qiu'er!

Wang Qiu'er was unaware that she had already been reserved by another person. She didn't even have time to catch her breath. The Ultimate Power Martial Soul granted her not only powerful combat abilities, but also terrifying endurance.

Because the ultimate power acts directly on the physical body, even if Wang Qiu'er's soul power is exhausted, her combat power will not be greatly reduced.

She looked calmly at the referee.

"I won, next."

"In the first round of the individual elimination tournament, Shrek Academy wins." The referee took a deep breath and announced loudly, "Haotian Sect, please invite the next member to the stage."

The waiting area of ​​Haotian Sect was filled with a depressing, deathly silence.

A slender young man with unusually sharp eyes suddenly stood up and was about to rush towards the exit, but was firmly held down by the gray-robed elder Tang Qian beside him.

"We concede defeat in this battle."

"Elder Tang Qian! This is our Haotian Sect's first battle in this competition! How can we admit defeat so easily?"

The young man shouted in frustration, and as if due to the intense emotional fluctuations, a liquid-like golden light seemed to be oozing from his eyes.

"Calm down." Tang Qian's voice was deep and unquestionable. "Tang Erhe, you need to use your power in more appropriate places."

His gaze swept over Wang Qiu'er, who remained calm on the stage, then looked at Wang Dong'er in the Shrek waiting area, who was also looking at him with a lot of doubt. Finally, he turned his cold gaze towards the Holy Spirit Cult, exchanged a glance with Kong Tianxu, and a cold and venomous smile appeared on his lips.

We will be back.

Tang Qian mouthed the words.

He then stood up and addressed the Unbreakable Douluo on the competition stage:

"We, the Haotian Sect, have conceded defeat in today's match."

These words startled everyone present, and the thunderous applause abruptly stopped, making the atmosphere in the room seem somewhat abrupt.

The referee was also taken aback, but since conceding was ultimately the team's own choice, he quickly recovered, nodded, and said:

"Haotian Sect concedes defeat. Shrek Team wins this match."