Chapter 153: Tang San Loses the Clear Sky Hammer New

Tang San froze in disbelief. His Blue Silver Grass, which was supposed to be as sharp as his Eight Spider Lances, had just been chopped to pieces by a kitchen knife—and the knife wasn't even dented?

Tom's unexpected move instantly filled Tang San with doubt. Maybe he should avenge Xiao Wu another day. If the cat could slice through Blue Silver Grass, couldn't it also cut his Eight Spider Lances?

And by extension, couldn't it kill him?

But seeing Tom casually sitting there, eating without a care in the world, made Tang San feel inexplicably insulted.

Tom speared a piece of Blue Silver Grass with its fork. Not bad for grass—thicker than the usual kind.

One bite later, Tom immediately spat it out. Disgusting! Maybe I'll save some for Jerry.

Seizing the opportunity, Tang San hurled another barrage of poisoned hidden weapons at Tom while it was distracted.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he knew to exploit every moment where honor could be ignored.

Willow Leaf Blades, Coin Darts, Bone-Piercing Needles—they flew in a dark swarm, some straight, some curving, some even arcing behind Tom's back. All aimed at one target.

Tom seemed completely unaware, still busy gagging and even sticking its paw down its throat to scrape out the taste.

Then—

A torrent of emerald-green dragon breath erupted from the side, intercepting the projectiles.

Dugu Yan had stepped in. She could watch Tom beat others, but she wouldn't stand by while it was attacked.

Her third soul skill, originally Jade Phosphor Poison, had evolved into Jade Phosphor Dragon Breath after her martial soul advanced to a Jade Phosphor Dragon.

Not only was it more toxic than before, but it now carried scorching flames—devastatingly powerful.

"Tang San, did you forget about me?" Dugu Yan said coldly.

Then she turned to Tom with a gentle smile. "You've done enough, Tom. Leave the rest to me."

Yu Feng, still flapping his wings midair: "..."

Damn it, ignored again! Shouldn't have flown so high.

As for the injured members of the Imperial Battle Team, they had already been helped offstage by the healer, Ye Lingling.

Only now did Tom realize Tang San had tried to ambush it. How dare he interrupt my meal—even if it was disgusting!

Tang San's purple eyes locked onto Dugu Yan. He could sense she had grown far stronger since their last encounter in Soto City—a dangerous opponent.

"Dugu Yan, if you stay out of this, I, Tang San, will owe you a favor. After killing that cat, we'll forfeit immediately."

Dugu Yan, still in martial soul possession form, scoffed. "A favor? You think highly of yourself, don't you?"

"Who the hell do you think you are? Your 'favor' is worthless. Take a piss and look at yourself in the puddle!"

Tang San's face darkened. He considered himself a peerless genius—his promise should have been invaluable. Yet she dismissed it like trash.

"Fine. I gave you a chance. Since you refuse, I'll just defeat you too." Cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Bring it on!" Dugu Yan wasn't intimidated. With a Title Douluo grandfather, she was used to scaring others—not being scared.

Tom, now thoroughly annoyed, pushed Dugu Yan aside. Enough talk about killing me—do I look like a pushover?

Dugu Yan blinked. "You... want to fight him yourself?"

Tom nodded firmly.

Tang San's heart leaped with joy. This cat is digging its own grave.

Dugu Yan reluctantly stepped back. If Tom insisted, she'd observe. After all, the cat had created too many miracles already.

With her gone, Tang San immediately unleashed another Blue Silver Entanglement.

Another flurry of knife strokes later, all the vines lay in shreds on the ground.

Tom stuck out its tongue mockingly before tossing the kitchen knife. The blade spun through the air in a perfect arc.

Tang San could see its trajectory clearly, yet an inexplicable dread told him he couldn't dodge.

Snick!

A cold sensation brushed his scalp as the knife whizzed past, so close he thought he'd been decapitated.

He touched his head.

Smooth. Bald.

Yet the hair on the sides remained intact.

...Am I balding?!

Rage replaced confusion. First, this cat hurt Xiao Wu. Now, it humiliated him. If he didn't retaliate, how could he call himself Tang San?

As Tang San charged, Tom turned and bolted. Despite pushing Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its limits, Tang San always remained just out of reach. His Eight Spider Lances slashed at empty air repeatedly.

Mid-sprint, Tom's eyes gleamed mischievously. It casually tossed a mousetrap backward—one that, ironically, never caught mice but worked on everything else.

Snap!

All eight spider lances, as hard as steel, were clamped simultaneously, swelling into painful red lumps.

"FUCK! THAT HURTS!"

Tang San's face twisted in agony. How could a mere mousetrap hit with more precision than his hidden weapons? And why did his soul bones bruise?!

"I'LL KILL YOU! AAAAAH!" He didn't know how many times he'd said this, but he roared it again.

Another barrage of hidden weapons flew toward Tom.

This time, Tom took a deep breath, inflating like a balloon before exhaling violently.

The gust was so powerful it sent every projectile clattering to the ground.

Tang San was dumbfounded.

Blue Silver Grass—useless.

Eight Spider Lances—swollen and aching.

Hidden weapons—blown away.

What else could he do?

As a combat genius, he saw only one option left: using the Clear Sky Hammer with his hidden weapon techniques. With its immense weight, that damn cat wouldn't stand a chance.

But was it worth exposing his greatest trump card in public?

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Tom's mocking clicks settled the matter. The cat was practically sneering, "Is that all you've got?"

White-hot fury ignited in Tang San's chest. A small hammer materialized in his hand, and with a desperate heave, he hurled it at Tom.

Using the Hidden Weapon Hundred Solutions, he had poured every ounce of his soul power into this throw.

The Clear Sky Hammer now weighed over a thousand pounds. There was no way Tom could withstand this!

His excitement turned to horror when the hammer struck.

It did hit Tom—right on the head. The impact stretched the cat's neck dozens of meters long, slamming it into the arena wall with enough force to crater the stone.

But Tom wasn't dead.

Instead, its flattened head bulged out two cartoonish eyes, glaring furiously.

Then, like a rubber band, its head—and the hammer—snapped back.

"No... NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" Tang San screamed, his composure shattered.

Tom stomped over, hammer in paw, and swung. You hit me? Now it's my turn!

Tang San tried recalling the hammer but froze.

He couldn't sense it at all.

How?! Why can't I summon my Clear Sky Hammer?! That was my ultimate weapon—my key to dominating the world!

Terror unlike anything he'd ever known gripped him.

"Wait! I surrender! I surrender! I won't bother you again—"

Too late.

The hammer struck with monstrous force, embedding Tang San into the wall like a human-shaped fossil.

And Tom took the hammer with him. Try to hit me with it? Not giving it back!

(From twin martial souls to single martial soul, LOL)