Chương 448: Chapter 444: Twin Martial Souls? Tang San was astonished by the rare phenomenon!_1
"This... this..."
"Tang San's invincible ten-thousand-year soul skill, the Bluesilver Overlord Spear, was just casually caught like that?"
Countless people in the audience stammered in disbelief.
The scene in the arena was too astonishing.
There was a basis for comparison, after all.
In previous battles, once Tang San used the Blue Lightning Tyrant Spear, it meant a clean sweep of the battlefield.
The many elite teams before him were undeniably strong.
But faced with Tang San's move, they had no power to fight back, and it was recognized as the most powerful move in this competition.
Yet such a fearsome and overpowering ability was simply grasped in hand by Luo Yu?
"Holy shit, that's too strong!!"
"Don't forget, contestant Luo Yu hasn't even released his Martial Soul yet."
"Who is the real monster here, catching a ten-thousand-year soul skill with bare hands? It's terrifying."
A string of exclamations from the edge of the field was completely ignored by Tang San at this moment.
His eyes bulged, he never would have imagined.
This guy Luo Yu had actually managed to catch the strongest ability deployed by his Bluesilver Emperor Martial Soul with his bare hands.
How could this guy's physical body be so freakishly strong?
Grinding his teeth, Tang San squeezed these words out from between them.
"Daring to catch my move, watch me shatter your hand."
"Whoosh!"
Tang San stimulated his soul power, which surged into the Bluesilver Overlord Spear like a great river, his both hands supporting the spear, muscles in his arms twisting and turning.
The long spear buzzed, spear light swirling violently.
But Luo Yu remained seated in his wheelchair, utterly unmoved.
Regardless of how much force Tang San exerted in stirring the spear, he failed to shake Luo Yu's iron claw-like grip.
"I don't believe it!"
"Today we'll see whether your hand is tougher or my spear sharper!"
Tang San roared, soul power flowing rapidly within his meridians, his spear-holding arm using Tang Sect techniques, channeling the Controlling Crane Catching Dragon Hand with the skill of redirecting force.
"Trying so hard?"
Luo Yu slowly raised his head with a faint smile, then with a boom.
A boundless and murky red qi and blood erupted from his body, instantly raising a storm, sweeping across the entire arena.
Blowing strands of hair up in the air for numerous spectators.
And that was just the beginning; immediately after, a nine-colored radiance burst forth from Luo Yu.
Roar!
The cry of a dragon resonated.
The Nine-colored Dragon God Martial Soul shot up straight from Luo Yu's Heavenly Spirit Cover, soaring into the sky then spiraling back down, merging into Luo Yu's body.
Luo Yu's large hand, now with the strength to move mountains.
Grabbed the spear and yanked it backward with a fierce tug, making Tang San stagger and lose grip of the spear.
Then, Luo Yu grabbed hold of the center of the long spear with his other hand.
Arms bulging with muscle, his qi and blood boiling over, accompanied by a loud shout.
"Crack!"
Just like that, the Bluesilver Overlord Spear, which had been unstoppable in previous battles, was snapped into two pieces by Luo Yu in full view of the public.
"It... it split?"
"This... when he gets serious, he's terrifyingly fierce."
"Holy shit, he just snapped someone's weapon in half."
"Is this aura for real? This isn't the kind of presence a Soul King should have."
Continuous exclamations of shock came from outside the arena, one after another, as incredulous voices filled the air.
They were truly shocked by Luo Yu.
Not only by the blood force that was so dense it was almost tangible, but also by the dragon cry which made the bloodline of every soul master with a beast Martial Soul tremble, sending chills down their spines.
With the spear broken, Tang San retreated with alarm, leaping back.
One after another, confining soul skills rained down like a Celestial Maiden scattering flowers.
"Bluesilver Cage!"
Blue Silver Vines formed a massive cage and fell towards Luo Yu from above.
At the same time, the ground churned, and vine after vine burst furiously from beneath the earth, like blue-golden serpents, binding towards Luo Yu.
Watching the sky full of vines closing in, Luo Yu's mouth curved into a disdainful sneer.
"Clang!"
He casually tossed the broken parts of the Bluesilver Overlord Spear onto the ground.
Clasping hands together, he condensed them into a fist.
With a simple bend of the arm, he thrust forward.
In an instant, endless qi and blood converged into one, gathering at the tip of Luo Yu's fist.
"Boom!"
A blood-red fist shadow exploded thunderously.
In a flash, the ground shook and air waves rolled.
The dark red qi and blood burst and scattered, causing the spectators outside the ring to struggle to breathe.
All the Blue Silver Vines vanished in an instant, and the upside-down Blue Silver Cages turned to ashes and disappeared from everyone's sight.
After the storm swept through, calm returned to the arena.
At the edge of the stage, Tang San had already regrouped with his six teammates, panting heavily.
His complexion and gaze were charged with intensity.
He stared fixedly at the center of the ring.
The place lay in disarray, the arena floor battered and broken.
Only one spot remained intact, the very place where Luo Yu stood.
"How could your strength have improved so fast?" Tang San couldn't help but voice his greatest astonishment.
Luo Yu gave no answer to his question.
Instead, he just shook his head in disappointment, his lips curling slightly.
"I was just warming up, and you're already retreating in fear?"
"Warming up?" Tang San shouted angrily, glaring wide-eyed, "Stop talking nonsense! You think I'm ignorant, you call this warming up?"
"Ahchoo!"
Luo Yu sighed, "Honestly, your strength only makes me feel deeply drowsy."
"Hehehe."
Tang San's cold laughter continued as he gradually put away his shock.
"I think you must have used all your strength just now, right?"
"Although I'm shocked, I have to admit, you really have improved incredibly fast."
"You could have been called a genius in any era."
"But, unfortunately, today you've met me!"
Luo Yu ignored him, not even sparing him another glance, resting his elbow on the armrest of his wheelchair, propping up his chin with his hand.
Closing his eyes, he feigned sleep.
"Hiss—"
The audience was stunned... To openly sleep during a match, how much did he look down on his opponent?
What level of strength must one have to be so relaxed?
Tang San felt deeply humiliated, as no matter how much he provoked, he couldn't see any ripple in Luo Yu's eyes.
It was as if the other party regarded him as an insignificant insect, too lazy even to get angry.
"Damn it!"
"Do you think you've won already?"
"What you've seen just now is only the tip of the iceberg of my strength."
Luo Yu had no reaction, as if the position he was resting in wasn't comfortable enough and he shifted his seat.
"Good, very good."
Tang San, overwhelmed with rage, began to laugh maniacally, his face twisted.
"Today, let me open your eyes."
"My second Martial Soul, also the number one weapon Martial Soul in the world."
"Hao Tian Hammer!"
Hearing this, the audience couldn't stay seated any longer.
"What? This guy has a second Martial Soul?"
"Fake, right? Is this Tang San a Twin Martial Soul holder?"
"Boom!"
The Bluesilver Emperor phantom vanished, Tang San's aura ignited, and a dark whirlpool emerged beneath his feet.
A large hammer with dark patterns appeared directly in his hand, flickering with an explosive dark halo.
Tang San gripped the Hao Tian Hammer, targeting Luo Yu.
"Bet you didn't expect this, I have a second Martial Soul!"
The audience already stood up, Twin Martial Souls—something they had never seen before, only heard of in legends.
Luo Yu slowly opened and closed his eyelids, casting a sidelong glance at the brash Tang San, and said indifferently:
"Twin Martial Souls?"
"Is that supposed to be something rare?"
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