Douluo Dalu : Blue Silver Emperor Douluo

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Second Elder stood on the edge of the high platform, his body shaking with a mix of shock and pure rage. He pointed a trembling finger toward the center of the arena where Tang San stood. The young man was surrounded by a wild and violent energy that seemed to tear at the very air.

Second Elder found his voice, and it came out as a sharp, disbelieving cry that echoed through the hall. He shouted that it was the Ring Explosion and that it was the hidden truth of the Great Sumeru Hammer. He called Tang Hao a scoundrel and wondered how he could secretly teach such a dangerous and forbidden secret technique to his own son.

Third Elder felt the hair on his neck stand up as a wave of heat rolled off the arena floor. He let out a roar of frustration, calling Tang Hao a bastard. He asked if the man even understood the terrible consequences of using the Ring Explosion technique.

He reminded everyone that this was the highest secret of the sect, a power meant only for the one chosen to lead them as the Sect Master. He yelled that Tang Hao was no longer part of the sect and had no right to pass on their most sacred knowledge.

The technique known as Ring Explosion was the ultimate secret passed down through the long history of the Clear Sky Sect. It represented the peak of the Great Sumeru Hammer. The power it offered was truly incredible, allowing a Spirit Master to instantly release a level of strength that far exceeded their actual rank.

However, such power came with a terrifying price tag. If a person used it the wrong way, their spirit rings would vanish forever, and their cultivation would drop back to almost nothing. In the worst cases, the user's body would simply break apart under the pressure, leading to a violent and certain death.

Tang Xiao watched from his seat, his eyes filled with a complicated mix of sadness and shock. He looked at Tang San, who was currently wrapped in a storm of exploding energy and a raging aura. He whispered to himself that he never expected his brother, Tang Hao, to go this far. He remembered that their grandfather had not even given this technique to their father. Instead, it had been passed directly to Tang Hao because the old man saw something special in him and had such high hopes for his future.

A deep sense of bitterness began to fill Tang Xiao's heart as he watched the scene unfold. This was supposed to be the strongest weapon of the Clear Sky Sect, a final shield to be used only when the sect was in its darkest hour. Now, it was being used in a petty fight between disciples. It felt wrong to see such a legendary power used in such an ugly and messy way.

Down in the main hall, Tang San had lost all sense of reality. The temporary surge of power from the Ring Explosion had pushed him into a state of total madness. He didn't care about his own safety as he threw himself at Tang Chen.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand was a disgusting sight, covered in squirming maggots and glowing with a chaotic, dark light. He swung the heavy weapon wildly, trying to crush his opponent with every hit.

Loud booming sounds filled the air as the two hammers collided over and over again. Each time they hit, the force of the impact sent hundreds of white maggots flying in every direction. It was a sight that made the stomach turn, looking like a desperate and filthy version of a legendary warrior reborn in the middle of a trash heap.

Tang Chen was forced to focus almost all of his spirit power just to move out of the way and block the attacks. He wasn't just worried about the physical damage; he was trying his best to keep those gross insects from touching his clothes.

He cursed to himself, thinking that Tang San really knew how to be the most disgusting person on the planet. Dealing with an attack that was both a physical threat and a mental nightmare was becoming a real challenge.

He narrowed his eyes and watched Tang San's movements closely. He wondered what the boy thought he could achieve by exploding a simple ten-year spirit ring. Just as Tang Chen had guessed, a white spirit ring didn't have much energy to give.

Even with the forbidden secret technique forcing every drop of power out of it, the boost was very small. On top of that, Tang San's own foundation was weak and shaky. He didn't have the skill or the control to handle such a sudden burst of violent energy.

After about a dozen heavy hits, Tang San's power began to fade away as fast as a balloon losing its air. His aura dropped even lower than it had been before he started the Ring Explosion. His arms grew heavy, and his swings became slow and weak. The red light of killing intent around him began to flicker like a candle in the wind. He looked like he was about to fall over and never get back up.

Tang Chen saw his opening and shouted that Tang San was full of holes. He moved with a burst of speed, a sharp light reflecting in his eyes. He swung his own Clear Sky Hammer at a precise angle, knocking Tang San's maggot-covered hammer out of the way. He didn't stop there. Using the momentum of the swing, he drove the heavy hammer straight into Tang San's chest.

The sound of the impact was sickening. Tang San couldn't do anything to stop it. He coughed up a spray of dark blood and flew backward through the air like a ripped sack of grain. His disgusting hammer vanished into thin air the moment he hit the ground. Even though he was badly hurt and bleeding, the crazy look in Tang San's red eyes didn't go away. If anything, the fire in his eyes burned even brighter, like the last flare of a dying light.

Tang San let out a scream that sounded more like a wild animal than a human. He yelled that he hadn't lost yet. Using every last bit of energy he had left, he forced himself to stand and summoned his martial soul again. This time, it wasn't the hammer. The dark and creepy vines of the Dark Blue Silver Grass began to grow and wrap around his body. Six spirit rings appeared around him: two yellow, one purple, and three black.

What happened next made everyone watching feel a chill run down their spine. Tang San had a look on his face that was pure evil and determination. He shouted for his rings to explode. Without waiting even a second, he detonated the first four rings of his Blue Silver Grass. Four loud cracks echoed through the hall as the energy inside the rings shattered.

The two yellow rings from his early years, the purple ring from his time as an elder, and even one of his powerful ten-thousand-year black rings all burst at the same time. The massive amount of energy was like a dam breaking.

A flood of power rushed into Tang San's body, creating a swirling storm of energy that twisted the air around him. He let out a long cry of pure pain. New wounds opened up all over his skin, and he looked like a piece of glass that was about to shatter into a million pieces.

However, the sheer amount of spirit power coming off him was terrifying. It shot up past the level of a Spirit Emperor and kept going until it reached the level of a Spirit Saint. It was a violent and broken power, but the pressure of a Spirit Saint was real and heavy.

The disciples of the Clear Sky Sect who were watching from the sidelines all gasped and stepped back in fear. They couldn't believe someone would be crazy enough to blow up four rings at once, especially a black one. They thought he was simply committing suicide.

Up on the high platform, the elders looked on with pale faces. Seventh Elder whispered in horror, asking if the boy had truly lost his mind. He noted that by blowing up a ten-thousand-year ring like that, Tang San was destroying his own future as a Spirit Master. Second Elder looked very serious and said that the boy was incredibly cruel, both to others and to himself. He sighed, thinking about what a waste it was that such a strong will was being used for evil.

Third Elder looked at the arena and spoke in a deep, worried voice. He said that the disciple Tang Wei was in big danger. He explained that even if it was only for a short time, a Spirit Ancestor could not fight against the power of a Spirit Saint. He told the others that they had to stop the fight right now. Fourth Elder agreed, saying that Tang San had lost all control and that someone was going to get killed if they didn't step in.

The elders began to gather their spirit power, getting ready to jump into the arena to stop the duel. But before they could move, the situation changed again. Instead of running away from the madman charging at him, Tang Chen actually stepped forward. He swung his dark Clear Sky Hammer faster than he ever had before. Instead of aiming for Tang San, he slammed the hammer into the stone floor right in front of him.

The explosion of stone was massive. A huge hole opened up in the ground, and a giant cloud of dust and gravel shot up into the air. It looked like a mushroom cloud, completely hiding both fighters from everyone's sight. The elders cried out that they had to save them and started to rush toward the dust.

Right at that moment, a massive wave of mental energy swept over the entire room. It felt like invisible liquid silver flowing across the floor. Everyone, even the powerful Tang Xiao and the elders who were Titled Douluo, felt a sharp sting in their heads.

For a few seconds, their minds went blank and their vision became blurry. This was the special skill of the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring from the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, called Mental Interference. It was so perfect that even the strongest masters couldn't see through the dust to what was actually happening inside.

Inside the cloud of dust, the world felt quiet and isolated. Tang Chen watched as Tang San charged toward him with the power of a Spirit Saint and eyes full of blood. Tang Chen didn't look scared at all. Instead, a cold and creepy smile grew on his face.

The fake rings he had been showing suddenly vanished. In their place, a deep, blood-red spirit ring appeared, pulsing with a terrifying amount of pressure. He activated his hundred-thousand-year ability, Nothingness.

Tang San's hammer, powered by four exploded rings and covered in filth, came crashing down toward Tang Chen's head. It should have crushed him instantly. Instead, the hammer passed right through Tang Chen's body as if he were a ghost.

There was no sound of impact. Because the attack hit nothing, the massive energy Tang San had summoned had nowhere to go. The recoil hit him hard, making his internal injuries even worse.

Tang San stopped in his tracks, his mind reeling. He stared at the red ring and the hammer that had just passed through his enemy. He couldn't understand how a simple disciple could have such a strange power or a hundred-thousand-year ring.

He realized this wasn't a technique of the Clear Sky Sect. In that second, he remembered his worst enemy, the man who always got in his way and had similar weird powers. He looked at Tang Chen with wide, terrified eyes and screamed that he wasn't Tang Wei, but actually Tang Chen.

Tang Chen laughed softly in the middle of the dust cloud. He told Tang San that he had guessed correctly and deserved a prize. His voice was calm and mean, like a cat playing with a mouse. Before Tang San could even move, the red ring on Tang Chen's body glowed again. Tang Chen asked what kind of prize he should give, then decided he would give him a Xiao Wu. He called out his sixth spirit ability, the Instant Kill Eight Stage Drop.

As he spoke, a glowing and beautiful figure stepped out of his body. She had a pink dress and a long scorpion braid. It was Xiao Wu, but she looked like a ghost. Her body was see-through and glowed with a soft red light. Tears of blood ran down her face, making her look both sad and beautiful. The phantom of Xiao Wu flew straight toward Tang San like an arrow.

Tang San felt like he had been struck by lightning when he saw her. His mind cleared for a moment, and all his anger and defense vanished. He reached out his hands, wanting to hold her. He looked happy and heartbroken all at once, asking if his love had finally come back to see him. He stood there with his arms wide open, ready to die just to touch her one more time.

But he didn't get a hug. Instead, the soul of Xiao Wu hit him with all the sadness and power of the Instant Kill Eight Stage Drop. She moved like a blur. For the first drop, she grabbed Tang San and slammed him into the hard ground. For the second, she kicked him hard in the back. She kept going, hitting him with a perfect and brutal set of moves that he couldn't even try to block.

The sound of bones breaking filled the small space inside the dust. Tang San coughed up more blood as he was tossed around like a doll. The pain brought him back to reality, but when he saw it was Xiao Wu hitting him, he just got more confused.

He didn't even try to fight back. He just took the hits and kept whispering her name, asking why she was doing this to her dear brother. It was a tragic and very strange sight to see a ghost beating the person she was supposed to love.

Under the power of the soul's attack, Tang San's body was broken. His arms and legs were twisted in ways they shouldn't be, and his chest was crushed. The floor beneath him was covered in red. The light in his eyes slowly faded away until he couldn't even whisper her name anymore. He just lay there, silent and broken.

A few moments later, the dust finally began to clear away. Everyone looked toward the center of the arena. They saw Tang San lying unconscious and covered in blood, while Tang Chen stood nearby looking perfectly calm. No one said a word.

The disciples were filled with shock and confusion. Even the elders and Tang Xiao were stunned. They had expected many things, but they never thought a Spirit Saint-level Tang San would be defeated so easily by a Rank forty disciple. It was like watching a powerful storm get blown away by a single breath.