Chapter 106: The Defeat of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique

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Hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, Tang San stood firm, his stance steady and unwavering. He replied with just two words: "Come on." 

The cyan glow behind Feng Xiaotian gradually retracted as his wings merged seamlessly with his arms. Then, with a sharp descent, he dived toward Tang San, his wings carrying an edge of lethal wind energy. His movement was eerily silent, minimizing air resistance to its lowest point. 

Sensing danger instinctively, Tang San pressed his hand against the ground. In an instant, Blue Silver Grass surged upward, transforming into countless vines that shot toward the descending Feng Xiaotian, aiming to ensnare him. 

However, Feng Xiaotian merely twisted mid-air to evade the attack. As his razor-sharp wings clashed with the vines, the Blue Silver Grass was effortlessly sliced into fragments, unable to withstand the impact. 

Having cut through the vines, Feng Xiaotian swiftly turned again, his wings seeming to grow slightly larger. His speed increased even further as he lunged toward Tang San. 

With no way to evade, Tang San raised both fists and struck directly at the base of Feng Xiaotian's wings—his shoulders. 

Without the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot body tempering, nor the Eight Spider Lances, and with only a purple fourth soul ring, Tang San's physique was far weaker than in the original story. After just two direct clashes, his Mysterious Jade Hand was already on the verge of breaking apart. 

Feng Xiaotian deliberately avoided attacking Tang San's hands on his third strike and said, "Tang San, use your Clear Sky Hammer and the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique. Otherwise, your hands will be crippled. My Strom Demon Wolf Forty-Five Consecutive Slashes was inspired by your clan's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, and each strike grows stronger than the last." 

"As you wish." 

Tang San laughed—his smile laced with mockery. He had never imagined that Feng Xiaotian would be so arrogant. A self-created technique built upon a soul skill, a mere imitation of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, and yet he dared to act as if it surpassed the original? It was like a knockoff trying to flaunt itself in front of the authentic version. 

"Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!" 

Tang San gripped the Clear Sky Hammer and began executing the technique. As his body rotated, each swing of the hammer intensified the black light around it, stirring the surrounding air into chaotic turbulence. 

Watching Tang San perform the technique, Feng Xiaotian's competitive spirit flared. He charged downward, colliding head-on with the Clear Sky Hammer. Sparks burst forth in rapid succession, accompanied by the harsh sound of metal clashing. 

After exchanging over a dozen blows, Feng Xiaotian quickly pivoted and ascended once more. He began accumulating power mid-air, his eyes bloodshot, and his arms trembling from the impact. In the initial exchanges, his strength had briefly surpassed that of the Clear Sky Hammer. However, as the hammer's momentum built up, its power gradually overtook his own. By the final clashes, his wings and arms had nearly been shattered by its overwhelming force. 

Seeing Feng Xiaotian take to the air to accumulate power instead of continuing their head-on confrontation, Tang San sneered. Inwardly, he mocked him for "waving a broadsword in front of Guan Yu"—a pointless display of skill before a true master. Without hesitation, Tang San continued swinging the Clear Sky Hammer, steadily increasing its power. 

He glanced up at Feng Xiaotian and spoke with a hint of amusement. "Feng Xiaotian, your self-created soul skill is nothing compared to my Clear Sky Clan's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Admit defeat. No matter how much you build up, you'll still be the one to lose." 

"Then come and test it!" 

Feng Xiaotian's gaze fell upon Tang San, now nearly engulfed in black radiance at the center of the arena. The Clear Sky Hammer stirred a Level-Seven Strom, its force growing stronger with each rotation. Recalling the battle between Qian Renxue and Tang Hao, he realized that brute force alone wouldn't work—he had to rely on strategy. 

With his aerial maneuverability and rotational power buildup, Feng Xiaotian's technique naturally accumulated energy faster than Tang San's hammer swings. Given Tang San's current physique, he could at most stack up to 36 strikes using the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, whereas Feng Xiaotian, even with 45 consecutive slashes, could still execute them at a higher speed. 

When Feng Xiaotian completed his Strom Demon Wolf Forty-Five Consecutive Slashes, Tang San had only reached 30 swings with his Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. 

"Take this, Tang San! Strom Demon Wolf: Forty-Five Consecutive Slashes!" 

With his technique fully charged, Feng Xiaotian spiraled downward, his speed nearly imperceptible to the naked eye. However, with the Purple Demon Eye, Tang San could see every movement clearly. 

"Hmph." 

Tang San let out a scornful chuckle, ridiculing Feng Xiaotian's foolishness and overconfidence. 

Among all amplification-based techniques, the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer stood at the pinnacle. Being grounded gave Tang San a massive advantage when generating force. 

Feng Xiaotian's technique relied on speed and his body weight to amplify his strikes. But Tang San's power came from more than just that—his force was further strengthened by his own physical strength and the sheer mass of the Clear Sky Hammer. 

In terms of sheer weight, could Feng Xiaotian's body even compare to the Clear Sky Hammer, which now weighed over 500 jin (250 kg)? Even though he had only stacked 30 swings, the hammer's immense weight alone was enough to crush Feng Xiaotian's Forty-Five Consecutive Slashes with ease.

 Tang San's Unexpected Miscalculation 

Without hesitation, Tang San swung the Clear Sky Hammer upward, aiming directly at the spiraling Feng Xiaotian. 

"Not good!" 

In the VIP seats, Sword Douluo's spiritual senses immediately detected the power disparity between their attacks. He instantly concluded that if Feng Xiaotian were to take this hit head-on, he would be doomed without question. 

Feng Xiaotian weighed less than 180 jin (90 kg). Even multiplied by 45, it was nothing compared to Tang San's 500-jin (250 kg) Clear Sky Hammer, which, after accumulating 30 swings, carried an impact force nearing 7,000 jin (3,500 kg). Such a power gap was far beyond what a mere Soul King could endure—if he took the full brunt of this attack, his body would likely explode on the spot. 

However, Sword Douluo only shifted slightly in his seat before relaxing again. Feng Xiaotian's fate had nothing to do with him. He wasn't from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—if anything, he supported Spirit Hall. A genius like him, yet willing to be a bootlicker? Dying here would actually be for the best. 

It's over. 

As the spectators braced for the inevitable impact between the Clear Sky Hammer and Feng Xiaotian, ready to witness his crushing defeat— 

He dodged. 

At the last moment, Feng Xiaotian executed a serpentine maneuver, veering in a V-shape to evade Tang San's attack before swiftly ascending back into the air. There, he spun at high speed, rapidly dispersing the accumulated force of his Strom Demon Wolf Forty-Five Consecutive Slashes. 

"What?!" 

The entire arena erupted in shock. No one had expected Feng Xiaotian to dodge instead of clashing head-on. 

Especially Tang San. 

His Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer had built up 30 swings, and he had just swung it upwards—meaning 15,000 jin (7,500 kg) of force had been launched into thin air. 

And the consequences of that? 

Tang San was about to find out. 

His body, weighing not even 160 jin (80 kg), was completely incapable of offsetting the sheer force behind the Clear Sky Hammer's swing. Since the hammer was already in motion, and the stance of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer required him to fully release the accumulated force— 

Tang San had no choice but to let go of the hammer. 

The Clear Sky Hammer immediately flew out of his grip, soaring in a massive arc before slamming into the training ground's outer wall. 

BOOM! 

A thunderous explosion rocked the stadium. The moment the hammer struck, a gaping hole three stories high and one story wide appeared in the reinforced wall. 

Xue Ye, the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, shot to his feet, his face contorting as he stared at the obliterated section of the stadium. His heart ached at the sight. That wall was made of specially reinforced materials, and now, it was completely destroyed. The repair cost alone would be tens, if not hundreds, of millions of gold soul coins. 

Flender, meanwhile, was frozen in shock, his glasses nearly slipping off his nose. His entire livelihood wasn't worth as much as that wall. 

And the culprit, Tang San, was far from unscathed. 

The force that had launched the hammer had also launched him. 

Tang San's body, unable to counter the hammer's momentum, was sent hurtling through the air. As he was flung, a sharp double crack echoed—both of his arms had dislocated simultaneously. 

Then, following the same trajectory as his hammer, Tang San crashed into the wall. 

Unfortunately, since his arms were useless, he had no way to brace for impact. 

His face took the full force of the collision. 

With a sickening crunch, his nose shattered on impact. His teeth—every single one—were broken to pieces. His body lodged into the wall for a moment before slipping down like a crushed pancake. 

"Big Brother—!" 

"Xiao San—!" 

"Third Brother—!" 

The Shrek Academy members all screamed in unison, rushing toward Tang San. 

Meanwhile, in midair, Feng Xiaotian was still spinning. 

He had rotated so many times that his head was spinning even faster than his body. His vision blurred, the world around him a disorienting swirl of colors. His ears rang with the howling wind, making it impossible to tell which way was up. 

Finally, after exhausting the built-up force, he plummeted back onto the arena. 

CRASH! 

His body hit the stage, rolling uncontrollably. He tumbled across the ground, limbs flailing, completely at the mercy of inertia. His brain failed to register which way he was facing, and his stomach twisted violently— 

Then, the nausea overwhelmed him. 

As he came to a halt, Feng Xiaotian clutched his stomach and began vomiting uncontrollably, emptying his guts onto the stage. 

(End of Chapter)