Three-in-One Martial Soul Fusion Skill!
23: Chapter 23: Tang Hao Takes Action!
Three-in-One Martial Soul Fusion Skill!
Chapter 23: Tang Hao Takes Action!
Three-in-One Martial Soul Fusion Skill!
But things would not end here.
Beneath the shadows, a tattered black robe fluttered.
Tang Hao stood where he was, his gaze piercing through the sparse woods and landing on the three figures gradually disappearing into the distance.
“A martial soul fusion skill…” Tang Hao narrowed his eyes.
A full-powered strike that could reach the level of a Soul Douluo.
That alone was nothing to worry about.
However, Flender was a speed-type Soul Saint.
With his Owl martial soul, his aerial speed ranked among the best at the same level.
And the speed displayed by that kid’s martial soul fusion skill… It was so fast that even he, a Titled Douluo, could only catch afterimages.
So… was it because of that speed?
Was that why those two had dared to act so fearlessly in front of him yesterday?
Because they had the ability to escape from him at any time, they had nothing to fear.
“Heh…” Yesterday, he tried to reason with them.
Considering that the Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were both among the Upper Three Sects, he had given them more than enough room to back down.
As long as they apologized, he was willing to let the matter end there.
But those two juniors had trampled that opportunity to pieces.
And today, they had even continued humiliating Xiao San right in front of him.
Xiao San might be able to swallow this humiliation.
But as his father, he could not.
The son of the Clear Sky Douluo could not be beaten twice for nothing without an explanation.
The dignity of the Clear Sky Sect could not be trampled beneath someone’s feet without consequence.
“Being unyielding is a good thing.” Tang Hao slowly raised his head.
A cold glint flashed beneath his hood.
“But a blade that’s too hard is the easiest to chip.
If you don’t suffer some setbacks now, then when you eventually encounter a true boulder that you can’t cut through, it won’t be the blade that shatters—it’ll be your life.” “Isn’t that why the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect let them out into the world?” His voice gradually lowered.
“If that’s the case, then I’ll help you temper this blade.” As soon as his words fell, the treetops rustled.
Under the shade of the trees, there was no one left.
…
The outline of Suo Tuo City could already be faintly seen ahead.
Ning Que carried Ning Rongrong in his arms as he walked along the dirt road, while Zhu Zhuqing followed half a step behind him.
Ning Rongrong was curled up in his embrace.
Her breathing was steady, but her face was still pale, and a trace of an unrestrained smile remained at the corners of her lips.
Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught the corner of Ning Que’s eye.
He stopped.
“What is it?” Ning Que did not answer.
He pulled Ning Rongrong closer into his arms and turned around.
His pale golden eyes slowly lifted.
“You’ve been following us for this long.” His voice remained as lazy as ever.
“Aren’t you tired?” The instant his words fell— A terrifying pressure descended from the sky.
Nine soul rings illuminated the darkness, one after another!
Just like yesterday!
Zhu Zhuqing’s pupils contracted.
A Titled Douluo!
The moment that pressure crashed down upon her, her body began to tremble.
Her knees involuntarily buckled.
She gritted her teeth, but with her cultivation as a Soul Grandmaster, there was no way she could withstand the overwhelming pressure!
Just as her knees were about to give way— A hand rested on her shoulder.
Zhu Zhuqing’s entire body trembled.
A warm light surged from the point where that hand touched her.
It spread along her meridians and instantly dispelled the invisible weight pressing down on her.
It was as though an invisible barrier had appeared around her.
Ning Que did not even look at her.
His gaze remained fixed on the tattered black robe emerging from the darkness ahead.
“This is getting boring.” He yawned, a little moisture gathering at the corners of his sleepy eyes.
“Can’t you come up with something new?” His hand never stopped moving.
He handed Ning Rongrong over to Zhu Zhuqing.
It was obvious that the person had come with malicious intent.
This was no longer a warning or a joke like yesterday.
Tang Hao stood ten steps away.
Nine soul rings slowly revolved beneath his feet.
The pressure of a Titled Douluo had become almost tangible, making even the air feel viscous.
“I already gave you a chance yesterday.” The moment his voice fell, Tang Hao’s soul power erupted.
He attacked without hesitation.
The speed of a Titled Douluo had surpassed the limits of what the naked eye could capture.
His figure shook in place, producing a ring of airwaves.
In the next instant, he appeared directly before Ning Que.
His calloused palm was wrapped in overwhelming force as he struck downward.
The air itself exploded beneath the pressure of his attack.
Ning Que’s figure shattered into points of light beneath the force of the blow.
It was not his true body.
It was an afterimage.
His true body was already ten zhang away.
He hovered in midair, his golden hair flying backward as his robes billowed violently.
Then soul rings appeared beneath his feet.
They were not the conventional yellow, purple, and black soul rings of soul masters.
They were golden!
One after another, layer upon layer.
Every single soul ring seemed to have been forged from molten sunlight, dazzling to the point that their golden radiance illuminated the entire forest!
Golden soul rings represent the ultimate brilliance of light!
“Golden?!” A trace of astonishment flashed through Tang Hao’s eyes.
But his hands did not slow down!
Ning Que did not retreat.
His figure transformed into a golden streak of light and charged straight into the overwhelming force of the incoming fist.
“Light-Speed Kick!” Boom——!!!
Two immense forces collided in midair.
The shockwave spread in every direction, snapping trees and cracking the ground.
Light and fist shadows intertwined!
Zhu Zhuqing hugged Ning Rongrong and rapidly retreated.
But her eyes never left that golden streak of light.
This was the first time she had truly seen Ning Que unleash his full strength.
Fast.
Fast to the extreme.
Strong.
Strong to an outrageous degree.
He was actually confronting a Titled Douluo head-on by himself… But a temporary advantage was still only temporary.
Under the continuous bombardment of the Clear Sky Hammer, the golden streak of light began to shake.
Ning Que’s speed remained incredibly fast, but his soul power had not fully recovered.
The martial soul fusion skill had consumed far too much.
And during the battle at Shrek Academy earlier, it had drained most of the soul power he had left!
Tang Hao was also gradually adapting to Ning Que’s speed.
With every collision, his next attack became a little faster and a little more accurate.
On the third punch, Ning Que’s afterimage was shattered.
On the fourth, the force of the blow grazed Ning Que’s shoulder.
His robes ripped apart, leaving a bloody mark across his shoulder.
On the fifth— Ning Que was struck head-on.
The golden streak of light was sent flying backward and crashed into a pile of rubble at the edge of the forest, sending shattered stones flying in all directions.
Ning Que rose from the rubble.
A trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.
The sleeve covering his left arm had been completely torn apart, exposing his lean arm.
A long bloody gash across his forearm continued to seep blood.
Even though he had used elementalization at the final moment to mitigate most of the physical damage, he had still suffered considerable injuries.
Yet the seriousness in his eyes had not faded.
Instead, they seemed even brighter and more piercing.
He smiled.
There was no helping it.
The gap between him and a Titled Douluo still existed.
But… “If this had been a day ago, I might have backed down…” Ning Que stood up and instantly flashed in front of Zhu Zhuqing.
Without the slightest hesitation, he placed his fingers on her shoulder.
A strange tremor suddenly erupted.
Zhu Zhuqing abruptly raised her head.
Her entire body trembled.
A mysterious resonance, originating from the deepest part of her martial soul, surged through her.
“I…?” The two of them— No.
Three!
Including Ning Rongrong, all three of them began to shine with radiant light!
Three pillars of light shot into the sky!
“What?!” Tang Hao’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He sensed a pressure unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Could this be… a Three-in-One?
A martial soul fusion skill!
At that moment— A sword qi descended from the horizon.
There was no warning.
No buildup.
It was simply a streak of sword light that crossed the distant horizon and arrived in an instant!
Wherever the sword qi passed, space itself seemed to distort slightly.
The sword light did not strike anyone.
Instead, it descended between Ning Que and Tang Hao, carving a deep sword mark into the ground between them.
The sword mark was perfectly straight and seemingly bottomless.
It stretched for a hundred zhang, as though it had split the entire forest in two.
One sword to end the conflict.
Tang Hao’s pupils contracted once again.
He recognized this sword qi.
The sword light faded.
A tall, slender figure descended beside the sword mark.
He wore white robes as pure as snow, and his hair and beard were completely white.
Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering despite the absence of wind.
His gaze crossed the sword mark and landed on Tang Hao.
For an instant, his eyes flickered.
Then they became calm as still water.
Yet the air itself seemed to sharpen around him.
“Tang Hao.” Chen Xin’s voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone’s ears, carrying an effortless composure that brooked no argument.
“It has truly been a long time.”