At this moment, Tang Hao couldn't help feeling some regret. Su Ming had awakened his martial spirit in Holy Soul Village with innate level-seven wood element potential. He'd even mentioned to the Spirit Hall recruiters that he might join someday, yet he'd ultimately gone to an academy with Xiao San.
Originally, given Tang Hao's personality, he would have preferred to eliminate Su Ming—especially since Su Ming had spoken of joining Spirit Hall. But he thought, He's just a six-year-old kid. Admiring Spirit Hall is normal, and since he's now friends with Xiao San, there's still a chance to sway him back.
After all, Su Ming's potential was only innate level seven, while his son had full innate soul power with twin spirits. Tang Hao saw an opportunity: with Tang San's talents, he couldn't face Spirit Hall alone—he needed allies. Su Ming, a boy from Holy Soul Village, seemed a perfect candidate, someone he could understand and trust. But Su Ming turned out to be far more complex than he'd imagined.
Su Ming inwardly scoffed at Tang Hao, Do you really think you know me? And, honestly, if Tang Hao could suspect Su Ming, how could he not see anything unusual about his own son? Perhaps Tang Hao had sensed something from the start, noting Tang San's discipline and devotion to training on the mountaintop each day. But after seeing Tang San awaken only a Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, his disappointment grew, thinking perhaps this boy wasn't his son.
Only when Tang San revealed his second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, did Tang Hao rejoice. Despite any odd behavior, this boy was indeed his own. So he forged a path for Tang San, envisioning an eventual return to the clan and the destruction of Spirit Hall. But these were just Su Ming's musings on Tang Hao and Tang San; only they truly understood their plans.
Su Ming looked at Qian Renxue, his tone calm but certain. "Qian Renxue, you're strong, very strong. But I believe I'm stronger. Show me your best move—it's time to end this."
As he spoke, Su Ming's Mangekyo Sharingan followed her every move, recalling the techniques of Sun Breathing. While his Sharingan couldn't directly copy the unique martial arts and soul skills of this world, when it came to techniques like Sun Breathing… well, those he could replicate.
Qian Renxue's expression sharpened, realizing Su Ming was serious. Fine. One final, decisive strike.
"Sun Breathing, First Form: Dance!"
"Sun Breathing, Second Form: Clear Blue Sky!"
"Sun Breathing, Third Form: Raging Sun!"
She prepared the final and most powerful combination of Sun Breathing, the Thirteenth Form—a continuous series designed to unleash its fullest strength. Yet as she launched her attacks, her disbelief grew. Su Ming was responding with the same moves, mirroring her techniques!
"Sun Breathing, Eleventh Form: Dragon Sun Halo Head Dance!"
Qian Renxue's Angelic Sword lashed out in a flurry, each strike a blazing, dragon-like arc. But every blow was met and countered by Su Ming's identical moves.
"Look! Su Ming's moves are exactly the same as Qian Renxue's!"
"Yeah, their fight is at a fever pitch. It's like two dragons locked in battle—one dark, one radiant. One exudes pure destruction, the other divine grace!"
"I think Su Ming's winning. He's been hiding his real strength all along, even now, using techniques he just copied on the spot."
Qian Renxue completed her twelve-strike combo, her body battered and covered in wounds, while Su Ming remained unscathed.
"Su Ming!" she shouted, unyielding. "How are you using my techniques? And you seem even more proficient with them than I am!"
Su Ming looked at her with a knowing smile, which made her heart skip a beat. Had he figured out her secret? No, she thought. This is impossible. These techniques came from the system, so they should be unique to me!
System: …
Su Ming spoke calmly, "You'll understand someday. But for now, are you out of moves? It's my turn."
"Watch carefully. These twelve forms have a deeper meaning. You're missing the essence—the unwavering spirit and unstoppable force that defines them."
While Su Ming hadn't endured the tragedies of the Demon Slayer world himself, he felt the weight of that struggle deeply. He wondered if, upon ascending to godhood, he could visit that world to fulfill his own unresolved feelings. Too many people there met needless deaths…
In an instant, Su Ming's aura erupted, the invisible pressure soaring to the sky. This was the true power of Sun Breathing.
Even Bibi Dong felt her heart pound. Su Ming's aura was intense, almost more potent than killing intent itself.
At that moment, not only Bibi Dong but also Qian Renxue felt it. Her Angelic Domain was suppressed by Su Ming's overwhelming presence. His energy expanded outward, enveloping everyone present. Most could barely breathe under the pressure, their hands clapped over their mouths to keep from retching, cold sweat dripping down their backs.
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In Su Ming's hand, a sword burned with dark blue flames, a manifestation of his destructive power.
"Watch closely, Qian Renxue. Don't die on me—feel this with your whole being."
Normally, Su Ming's tone was as calm as jade, warm and unperturbed. But this time, his words were chilling, devoid of any warmth, making Qian Renxue and the others shudder.
"Danger!"
"Left Leg Bone Soul Skill—Angel Displacement!"
Angel Displacement allowed her to dodge swiftly, reappearing in a new location. Yet in the blink of an eye, Su Ming closed the distance between them using Kamui, appearing directly before her. His sword struck down, leaving a long, painful wound on her body. The sharp, ruthless strike startled her; Su Ming's sword was faster, fiercer, wielding several times the power she could manage. And this was just the first move—if he completed all twelve, there'd be nothing left of her.
Strangely, as she looked at Su Ming's cold, intense expression, she felt an unfamiliar sensation, an urge not to resist. But she knew all too well—if she didn't fight back, she'd be done for.
"Second Soul Skill: Wings of Void!"
Channeling all her remaining soul power into this skill, Qian Renxue transformed into a state immune to physical attacks and partially resistant to energy attacks. But it was no use; her injuries multiplied with every passing moment. If things continued, she'd have no way out.
From the sidelines, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo grew anxious, and even those in the hall felt restless. Su Ming was supposed to be on their side—why was he fighting so fiercely?
Bibi Dong gripped her scepter tightly. Su Ming's uncharacteristic intensity confused her; should she intervene?
In the arena, Dugu Yan made a decision. "Lingling, Rongrong, support Qian Renxue. Su Ming's state seems off."
"You can feel it too, right? That unsettling destructive energy, similar to the aura in Qian Renxue's Angel Domain. But it's suppressing her domain… Su Ming might be on the verge of creating his own domain. We can't interrupt him."
Lingling and Rongrong nodded, agreeing without hesitation. Su Ming's aura was foreign and intense, unlike the gentle, life-filled energy they were accustomed to—even wilder than before.
"But… honestly, he looks amazing surrounded by those dark blue flames," Rongrong murmured.
"Nine Treasures, named for its third and fourth glories: Spirit and Protection!"
Lingling's dual-lotus healing ability bloomed as white petals fell onto Qian Renxue, healing her wounds.
The girls watched the scene tensely, trusting that Su Ming, despite his fierce appearance, had a purpose. As Qian Renxue's strength was gradually restored, she glanced at the sidelines in surprise.
Spectators, however, looked puzzled. Why were Su Ming's teammates aiding someone from Spirit Hall?
As the seconds passed, Su Ming completed his final move, Flame Dance, exhaling deeply to steady himself. He looked down at the dark blue domain surrounding him, then at the battered Qian Renxue. A bit of embarrassment slipped into his expression. Caught up in memories of his past life, he'd felt a rush of adrenaline that had unleashed his destructive energy, creating a domain he hadn't expected.
Still, he knew Lingling and Rongrong had been there to help, ensuring no real harm befell Qian Renxue. Smiling sheepishly, he deactivated his Sharingan and gave Qian Renxue an apologetic look. She stared back at him, her expression laced with irritation and something… more?
Next moment, both of them dispelled their martial spirit avatars and returned to normal.
"Spirit Hall forfeits," Qian Renxue announced, sighing. She looked at Su Ming reluctantly. She had truly believed she could win if he didn't use his full power. But in the end, she lost.
That trick he used—covering the Wooden Giant with Susanoo armor—she hadn't quite figured it out. Still, it wasn't even the full Susanoo, yet she hadn't stood a chance. And then there was his ability to copy her moves… with flawless skill.
She approached, gritting her teeth, "Next time, we'll spar again!"
In a low voice, she added, "You really pulled one over on me, Su Ming. We're supposed to be like siblings, and you didn't hold back one bit. If it weren't for your teammates, were you really trying to kill me out there?"
He replied awkwardly, "Uh… I kinda had a breakthrough on my domain, got a bit carried away. Besides, with your mom watching, there was no real danger, right? Heh…"
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