In Douluo, infinite simulation life

Tang San's eyes were full of heartache.

Afterwards, Dai Mubai went on the court to fight against Thunder Academy.

"Tang San, the results of tomorrow's draw are out. Tomorrow our academy will have the final showdown with you. Do you dare to make a bet with me? Let the two of us decide who will be the final champion of the promotion match? I will be the first to appear tomorrow. If I lose, Shenfeng Academy will directly admit defeat." Feng Xiaotian went straight to Tang San and said that he wanted to duel him tomorrow.

At this moment, Tang San was very angry because his Xiao Wu was injured again, and he was worried that he couldn't find anyone to vent his anger on.

"Do we need tomorrow? If you want to fight, fight today. Don't think that we at Shrek Academy are afraid of you. If you lose, your Kamikaze Academy won't have to participate in the promotion match tomorrow." At this moment, Tang San's gaze became sharp, and his inner aura erupted like a volcano.

Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian subconsciously took a step back. He didn't expect Tang San's reaction to be so big.

"Okay, Tang San, you have courage. Once the previous matches are over, let's start the battle between the two of us." Feng Xiaotian looked at Tang San and said calmly.

Soon, the promotion matches of the previous colleges came to an end.

After applying to the organizing committee, Tang San and Feng Xiaotian's individual competition began.

Feng Xiaotian stared at Tang San. Just like in the original novel, although Huo Wu and Tang San won and lost respectively after their fight, for some reason Huo Wu still flirted with Tang San in private, which made him, a jealous man, very unhappy.

Thinking of the conversation between Huo Wu and Tang San, a trace of coldness continued to emanate from the jealous Feng Xiaotian's body.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian's fierce gaze, Tang San's heart suddenly trembled. He knew that today's battle would never be easy, but Xiao Wu's injury made him lose his mind a little.

The referee signaled both sides to release their martial spirits.

Tang San raised his right palm, a dark light emerged from the palm, and the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit appeared in his palm, surrounded by five soul rings of yellow, purple and black.

Feng Xiaotian howled like a wolf towards the sky, and a faint green light shone through his body. His body also changed accordingly. With the sound of bones crackling, Feng Xiaotian's whole body became swollen, and his hair turned green. The most peculiar thing was that a wolf head appeared on his left shoulder.

"The game begins." After the referee announced, the two people on the field moved almost at the same time.

The jealous Feng Xiaotian took the first step. He was so fast that he rushed in front of Tang San in the blink of an eye. An extremely sharp wolf claw popped out from his palm and grabbed Tang San directly.

“How come it’s so fast?” Tang San was slightly surprised. He directly used Ghost Shadow and dodged Feng Xiaotian’s wolf claw attack by turning sideways.

The next moment, Tang San did not release his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, but urged the Black Jade Hand to cut out at the same time, grabbing directly towards Feng Xiaotian.

Tang San was very confident in his Black Jade Hand. He believed that his Black Jade Hand had already been trained to a level of hardness comparable to steel, so he would not be afraid if facing Feng Xiaotian's wolf claws.

The reason for this is that the soul power of a soul master is limited. No matter which soul skill is used, or whether the martial soul is possessed, the soul power will be consumed. However, if a direct hand-to-hand combat is carried out, the consumption of soul power will be very small. Tang San now just wants to use his leisure time to consume Feng Xiaotian's soul power.

Tang San thought that Feng Xiaotian would also use wolf claws to fight him in hand-to-hand combat, but he never expected that Feng Xiaotian did not choose to fight him with wolf claws, but directly launched his first soul skill, wind blade.

Suddenly, a series of sparks appeared in Tang San's palm.

"Damn it, this bastard doesn't play by the rules." The stinging pain from the wind blade cutting his palm made Tang San curse angrily. With rich practical experience, he simply let go and dodged backwards.

It was at this time that Tang San activated his first soul skill, Entanglement. A thick blue silver grass vine silently spread out towards Feng Xiaotian's feet and directly entangled his feet.

The second spirit ring on Feng Xiaotian's body lit up, and his second spirit skill was Double Wolf Possession. The shadow of the two-headed wolf behind Feng Xiaotian gradually merged into his body. His attack power, speed, and defense power suddenly increased by 50%. He broke free from the blue silver grass and pounced towards Tang San.

"Oh no, my BlueSilver was cut off in an instant." Tang San was shocked.

"The second soul skill, parasitism!"

The first soul skill entangled the blue silver grass seeds left on Feng Xiaotian's body, and they instantly grew into dark black blue silver grass vines. However, the moment the vines grew out, they were directly cut off by the wind blades on Feng Xiaotian's body, and had no control effect at all.

It would be a huge joke if word got out that a control-type soul master couldn't control his enemies.

With no other options, Tang San could only use his fourth soul skill, Soul Devouring Cage. Without any warning, dozens of pitch-black blue silver grass vines rushed out from under Feng Xiaotian's body and instantly converged above his head, forming a single cage.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian smiled slightly, and the third circle of purple soul ring on his body lit up. His third soul skill, Swift Wind Wings, was displayed. A pair of huge green wings spread out from behind Feng Xiaotian, and he flapped his wings and spun around in place.

With a loud bang, the Soul-Devouring Cage was shattered and disappeared into a faint black light.

"No...why? Is my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul really so weak?" Tang San's face turned pale. He didn't want to use his fourth soul skill, but it was broken by Feng Xiaotian so easily.

Tang San felt unwilling, and his fifth spirit ring lit up.

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Chapter 165 The World's No. Weapon Spirit

Tiandou City, the royal hunting ground.

The black fifth soul ring on Tang San's body lit up. The fifth soul ring of his Blue Silver Grass came from the ten thousand year old soul beast, the Mighty Ape.

Tang San's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and his figure flashed as he quickly retreated. At the same time, black light emerged from his right arm, and the next moment, a stick more than two meters long appeared in his hand.

This is Tang San’s fifth soul skill, the Blue Silver Ruyi Stick.

In the original novel, after Tang San obtained the Blue Silver King's soul ring, his fifth soul skill was the Blue Silver Overlord Spear. However, Tang San did not obtain the Blue Silver King's soul ring, but instead obtained the soul ring of the offensive and defensive soul beast, the Mighty Ape. This makes his fifth soul skill somewhat different from the original novel.

When Tang San released his fifth soul skill, Feng Xiaotian's third and fourth soul rings also lit up, and a pair of huge green wings spread out from behind Feng Xiaotian.

Against the backdrop of the dazzling light and shadow of the spirit ring, Feng Xiaotian suddenly soared into the air. His body soared up with the help of his wings and directly rose to a position dozens of meters above the ground. This was a height that Tang San's Blue Silver Grass could not reach.

"He can actually fly? Could it be a mutated martial spirit?" Tang San's eyes condensed and he said lightly.

As a disciple of Master Yu Xiaogang, Tang San has some understanding of mutant spirits. He has already vaguely determined that Feng Xiaotian, who possesses the spirit of the Gale Two-Headed Wolf, should be a spirit master with the ability to fly and who practices both strong and agile attacks.

"Ah..." Tang San suddenly sighed, because Feng Xiaotian suddenly rose into the air. If Tang San did not use hidden weapons, it seemed difficult to cause harm to Feng Xiaotian. But the problem was that hidden weapons were not allowed to be used in the All-Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition. Once used, it would be a foul and the participant would be disqualified.

Feng Xiaotian spread his wings lightly in the air, staring at Tang San below, and said lightly: "Tang San, you are a lot weaker than I thought, but even if you are stronger than I thought, you will never be my opponent today."

"Next, I will use my self-created soul skill to attack you. The name of the soul skill is: Swift Wind Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiaotian took the lead in attacking. His body fell from the sky like a meteor chasing the moon. His huge body with spread wings did not make any sound during the fall.

This means that the wind resistance has little effect on him. Only a wind-attributed soul master like him can find the best way to fall from the wind. The sharp blades attached to the wings behind him flicker with a faint green light under the sunlight...

The blue silver Ruyi stick in Tang San's hand danced wildly like a monkey performing acrobatics in a circus. Then, countless blue silver grasses shot up into the sky and transformed into countless vines and the blue silver Ruyi stick, which together rushed towards Feng Xiaotian.

But the result was beyond doubt. These blue silver grasses, including the blue silver Ruyi stick in Tang San's hand, could hardly even block Feng Xiaotian's sharp wings that were amplified by 50%, and were ruthlessly cut into pieces.

Feng Xiaotian's Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of the Wind Demon Wolf is a self-created soul skill that uses continuous slashes, speed and gravity to continuously increase one's own attack power, and each slash is more powerful than the previous one.

The current Tang San is not like in the original novel, who has the immortal-grade Eight-Angled Mysterious Ice Grass and Fiery Apricot to refine his body. The toughness and strength of his physique and Blue Silver Grass are not comparable to those in the original novel.

Seeing that all the Blue Silver Grass had been cut off, Tang San immediately made a bold move. He urged his Black Jade Hand to meet Feng Xiaotian's Swift Wind Wings, but after just one blow, his Black Jade Hand collapsed and a crack appeared.

At this moment, Tang San had to either release the Eight Spider Lances to block Feng Xiaotian's Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of the Wind Wolf, or release his Clear Sky Hammer with five spirit rings attached to it to fight hard.

Or maybe he would use both of his trump cards to fight Feng Xiaotian with all his strength.

But in Tang San's heart, Feng Xiaotian was not worth him revealing all his cards. After all, this was the card he was going to use to win the championship. If he revealed all his cards now, he would have no chance in the future.

Finally, Tang San made his choice. He would use the Clear Sky Hammer's chaotic cloak hammer technique to counter Feng Xiaotian's Wind Wolf's Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.

There was a loud bang, and a big hole suddenly appeared on the ground under Tang San's feet. Black light surged in Tang San's right hand, and a hammer with strange patterns on its surface appeared in his hand.

Tang San had already used his second spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, in the previous qualifying match against the Elephant Armor Academy. It didn't seem so surprising that he displayed it again now.

"Flying Wind Hammer Technique!"

Tang San held the Clear Sky Hammer tightly in both hands and spun half a circle. He remembered what his father Tang Ritian had taught him:

"Use your calves to generate power and connect your body's strength into a whole. The muscles in your calves are your second and third hearts. If a person wants to exert all his strength, then it must be the result of three hearts working at the same time..."

Tang San injected all of his level 51 soul power into it. Suddenly, the small black hammer, which was only a foot long, instantly increased several times in size and directly met Feng Xiaotian's Wind Demon Wolf's Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes.

Every slash of Feng Xiaotian increases his speed and attack power, while every hammer of the Clear Sky Hammer's cloak increases his own strength.

In the spectator seats.

Emperor Xue Ye, who had been watching the match, also had a glittering look in his eyes: "Great, great, the duel between these two is really exciting. I wonder which of the two do you think will win more, Sect Master Ning?"

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi, who didn't like Tang San in the first place, smiled and said, "This Feng Xiaotian can be considered a young genius. With his level 45 spirit power, he was able to fight against Tang San, who has level 51 spirit power, and he was not at a disadvantage. If Tang San didn't have his second spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, he would have definitely lost with his useless spirit, the Blue Silver Grass."

"But... now that Tang San has used the Clear Sky Hammer to fight him, it's hard to say what will happen in this match, but... but in my opinion, although Tang San's spirit power is as high as level 51, his spirit power seems ethereal. I guess he used some unseen secret method to improve it so quickly. If he loses to a spirit sect with a lower level than himself today, hehe... then the so-called number one weapon spirit in the world, the number one sect in the world, the Clear Sky Sect, will be humiliated."

"Oh?" Emperor Xue Ye looked at Ning Fengzhi in surprise and asked in confusion, "Sect Master Ning, I don't quite understand what you mean. What is the shameful secret method you mentioned?"

Hearing this, the platinum bishop Salas said, "Your Majesty, you may not know that there are several evil cultivation methods on this continent. Some rely on overdrawing future lifespan to quickly improve strength, some rely on burning one's own talents to improve strength, and some rely on devouring or swallowing others..."

"What?" Emperor Xue Ye's eyes focused. He couldn't believe that the disciples of the Haotian Sect, the number one sect in the world, would use such unscrupulous means to improve their strength.

The reason why Clear Sky Hammer has become the world's number one weapon spirit is not because it is stronger than spirits like the Seven Kill Sword, but because Tang Chen established a reputation for the Clear Sky Hammer.

The reputation of the Clear Sky Hammer as the best weapon spirit in the world actually belongs to Tang Chen. Tang Hao and Tang San all relied on the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique and the Great Sumeru Hammer created by Tang Chen. Apart from Tang Chen, it can be said that the Clear Sky Sect does not have any amazing geniuses.

In the original work, Tang San also learned the essence of the master's skills. He combined the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique and the Ghost Shadow Mystery to create a Chaos Cloak Dance. Finally, Tang San said that this was a soul skill he created by himself.

This is simply nonsense. Tang San has learned a lot from the master. Like teacher, like disciple.

Simply copy and modify it and it becomes your own creation.

Wang Defa! Haotian Nine Wonders - Copy Word Technique!

In the center of the competition arena.

Tang San half-turned his body, tightly grasped the hammer with both hands, exerted force with his calves, used his legs to lead his waist, his waist to lead his back, and his back to lead his arms. His whole body began to spin, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, which was glowing black, had already met Feng Xiaotian's 30th slash!

Boom!

A crack appeared on Feng Xiaotian's wings, but just when the intense pain made Feng Xiaotian's face turn red, the aftereffects of Tang San practicing two martial spirits at the same time appeared.

Tang San suddenly felt two currents of air in his body, one cold and one hot, colliding with each other. His soul power suddenly could not be mobilized, and the feeling of dizziness continued to erode Tang San's brain.

Tang San unconsciously retracted the Clear Sky Hammer spirit in his hand, because he could no longer hold the Clear Sky Hammer with such terrifying weight in his hand.

"Good opportunity." As the saying goes, "take advantage of your misfortune to kill you." Feng Xiaotian is not a good person. He is not afraid of others saying that he is taking advantage of others' misfortune. He came to participate in the competition just to win the championship.

The strongest 36th of the Wind Wolf's 36 consecutive strikes was launched!

"Not good..." Tang San was suddenly shocked, and quickly circulated the completely disordered soul power in his body, summoned out his martial soul Clear Sky Hammer again, and collided with Feng Xiaotian's Swift Wind Wings.

Crack...Boom....

Two different voices sounded.

Cracks first appeared on Feng Xiaotian's wings. Without any hesitation, he performed a heroic act and directly shattered the wings covering his arms, preventing the power of the Clear Sky Hammer from spreading into his body and injuring his internal organs.

At this time, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand was also shaken out of his hand by the previous slashing force of Feng Xiaotian's Swift Wind Wings, and the strong airflow brought by the Swift Wind Wings just now also cut Tang San's body into a bloody mess.

A huge rain of blood scattered in the air, Tang San spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, lost consciousness and fell to the ground, losing the game.

"Tang San, although the Clear Sky Hammer is known as the world's number one weapon spirit, you are too weak. Although your spirit power level is higher than mine, the spirit power in your body is disordered and weak. I don't know what on earth you are cultivating?"

"Also, your first martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, is too weak. It's just a standard useless soul. Don't let me see you talking to Huo Wu again, otherwise I will beat you every time I see you." Feng Xiaotian looked at Tang San, who was lying on the ground half-dead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, Feng Xiaotian's injuries were no less serious than Tang San's, but he was still able to stand and did not fall down. His pair of swift wings were also condensed by himself, and now that his wings were broken, it would take more than a day or two to recover.

"No...I won't give in." Tang San struggled to get up from the ground, his voice sounding hoarse.

What Tang San was unwilling to accept was that he was affected by the sequelae of practicing twin martial spirits at the same time, and he was defeated before he could even use his outer soul bone, Eight Spider Lance. He believed that if he had been able to release the Eight Spider Lance soul bone just now, he would never have lost to Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian didn't even look at Tang San. He endured the pain and walked off the stage.

Now, Tang San was the only one left on the ring. He felt that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes. He was in great mental agony at the moment and was even too ashamed to look up.

After all, the martial soul he just used was the world's number one martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, and he was also a level 51 Soul King. A Soul King with the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul was fighting against a Soul Sect with a mutated martial soul. Even after using the Clear Sky Sect's unique skill, the Chaos Cloak, he, Young Master Tang, actually lost the game.

At this moment, Tang San felt that everyone around him was laughing at him. His Dao heart was completely shattered. He even felt that he dared not face his drunk father Tang Hao outside.

Tang San felt that he had brought shame to the Haotian Sect.

Tang San's strong self-esteem and his worship of the Clear Sky Hammer, the world's number one weapon, have caused him to fall into a state of madness.

“Hahahaha…” Tang San laughed loudly towards the sky, like a madman who had gone insane.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ning Fengzhi also smiled slightly, stood up and sneered: "It is said that a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son will dig holes. I don't understand. Tang Hao dared to hit even the Pope. He is also a well-known figure in the whole continent. How could he give birth to such a useless son."

“When encountering a little failure and frustration, it’s like going crazy. Locking myself in my own world, I don’t practice well when I practice, and always think of some evil methods of practice. Alas... My twin martial souls are born with full soul power, and I followed the wrong teacher. I will eventually be lost in the crowd.” Ning Fengzhi thought of Tang San’s previous poisoning of Ning Rongrong, and couldn’t help but complain a few words.

After saying that, Ning Fengzhi also left the VIP viewing stand with Jian Douluo behind him.

Xiao Wu, who was in the audience, looked at Tang San's appearance and rushed over. She hugged Tang San and said tearfully: "Brother, brother...are you okay? Don't scare me. It doesn't matter if we lose the game, but you can't be in any trouble."

Hearing Xiao Wu's crying voice, Tang San slowly came back to his senses. He first covered his chest and coughed a few times, then said weakly: "Xiao Wu... I... I'm fine. Not only did I fail to protect you, I also lost the game. Do you think I'm a waste?"

"No...Brother, you will always be the best in my heart." Xiao Wu held Tang San on her shoulders and walked down the stage tremblingly.

But as the two of them walked down the stage, the surrounding Tiandou nobles pointed and said:

"Did you see that? This Soul King lost the fight against the Soul Sect. He is a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect. I heard that his father is Clear Sky Douluo. This is really embarrassing for the Clear Sky Hammer."

"Yes, it's really ridiculous that the world's number one weapon spirit lost to an unknown mutant spirit."

"Is Clear Sky Hammer worthy of being called the world's number one weapon spirit?"

"The Clear Sky Hammer is powerful, but this kid named Tang has tarnished its reputation!"

"........."

The laughter of the Tiandou nobles fell into Tang San's ears, as if silver needles were piercing his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.