MM Racing Chapter 11: The Number One Weapon Soul? It's a misnomer!
Chapter 11: The Number One Weapon Soul? It's a misnomer!
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"boom……!!!"
The enormous impact snapped several towering ancient trees in half.
For a time,
Wood chips and dirt shot into the sky!
From a distance, the ground was smashed into a huge crater several meters deep, and smoke and dust rose up like a mushroom cloud!
In the center of the giant pit, Tang Hao's body was deeply embedded in the mud and broken wood, motionless.
He was covered in blood; there was hardly a patch of intact skin to be found.
His arms were covered in blood, and his chest was caved in, clearly indicating broken ribs.
His face was deathly pale, and his breath was extremely weak, with only faint, bloody gasps remaining, proving that he was not completely dead.
The once all-powerful Haotian Douluo now resembles a shattered doll, utterly destroyed.
The terrifying echoes of the Chaos Bell, which had suppressed countless ages, still reverberated and trembled in the deathly silent night sky, as if tolling the death knell for the myth of the Haotian Hammer.
An eerie silence descended upon the battlefield.
Only Cao Kun's Chaos Bell Martial Soul True Body floated in the air, slowly emitting a low hum as it circulated with Xuanhuang light.
On the edge of the battlefield,
Looking at the scene before him, Zhao Wuji's rugged face was now filled with an expression of shock that defied description.
His eyes were fixed on the distant, dust-filled crater where Tang Hao had fallen.
Then, it suddenly turned to the colossal, dark yellow bell in the sky that exuded a chaotic aura and resembled a creation of a god.
Finally, his gaze, tinged with awe, fell upon the young figure standing with his hands behind his back beneath the giant bell.
That person is Cao Kun. His disciple!
But is this really his disciple who just lazes around all day?
This is unreasonable!
The more Zhao Wuji thought about it, the more his mind went blank.
What he saw and heard today shattered all his knowledge and understanding of power in that earth-shattering collision!
Has Haotian's hammer been shattered?
Has Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo, been defeated?
He was defeated by his usually lazy and undisciplined disciple, Cao Kun, in just three moves?
No, maybe even two moves?!
He was seriously injured!
Zhao Wuji's lips trembled. He wanted to roar, to shout, to question whether the world had gone mad!
But in the end,
All his emotions coalesced into a single, trembling murmur filled with boundless horror and a hint of fear: "Three...three moves...to suppress...Haotian Douluo..."
"This...this is fucking...are you sure it's not a hallucination?"
the other side,
Flander staggered out of a tangled thicket of trees.
He didn't bother wiping the blood streaming down his cheek; he just stared intently at the slowly rotating Chaos Bell in the sky and at Cao Kun, who stood beneath it with a terrifying calm.
"Super Douluo...no...not only..."
Flanders muttered to himself.
"To be able to shatter the Martial Soul True Body and Killing Domain of Haotian Douluo Tang Hao so easily..."
"Cao Kun's power... is definitely above... a level 95 Super Douluo!"
"At least a peak Douluo level 96 or above!"
"Even a Limit Douluo!"
Limit Douluo!
That is a being that exists only in legends, standing at the very pinnacle of the entire continent's Soul Master system!
A supreme powerhouse comparable to Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, and Poseidon, the Sea God Douluo! And yet... he's so young?!
It's actually... right here at his Shrek Academy?!
Flander felt a sudden dizziness, a mixture of surprise and shock.
In the void,
The light of the Chaos Bell gradually dimmed, and the dark yellow halo softened.
But the terrifying pressure that suppressed everything still enveloped this space as if it were a tangible entity.
Cao Kun slowly lowered his right hand, which had been pressing down, and the chaotic giant bell floating above his head, following his will, transformed into a stream of light and silently disappeared into his brow.
He stood there, his expression calm.
It was as if the epic battle that had shaken the entire continent was just an ordinary meal and drink.
next second.
Cao Kun's gaze fell upon the giant crater in the distant forest, where the smoke and dust had not yet cleared.
It landed on Tang Hao, who was lying at the bottom of the pit, barely breathing and like a dead dog.
Then,
Cao Kun strode forward, walking unhurriedly toward the giant pit.
His footsteps were light, but they carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
At the edge of the deep pit, smoke and dust slowly settled, revealing Tang Hao at the bottom of the pit.
He was stuck in the mud, his broken body almost completely covered in blood and dirt, with only the faint rise and fall of his chest proving that he was still clinging to life.
The severed arm lay limply at his sides, his body covered in blood, a horrifying sight.
Cao Kun stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at Tang Hao at the bottom.
His eyes were calm and expressionless.
There was no triumph of the victors, and no pity for the losers.
There was only one kind of pure disdain.
"The Haotian Hammer?"
Cao Kun's voice broke the silence.
The voice was calm, yet it clearly entered Tang Hao's hazy consciousness, and also reached the ears of Zhao Wuji and Flander in the distance.
"That's all there is to it!"
These four simple words, at this moment, are comparable to the most vicious curse in the world!
It was like the sharpest knife, slashing viciously at Tang Hao's already shattered pride.
He crushed the last shred of dignity he had as the Haotian Douluo and the successor of the Haotian Sect into dust!
"Return the number one weapon spirit?"
Cao Kun's lips curled slightly, his tone filled with undisguised contempt and disdain: "It's all hype."
"Pfft...!!!"
Tang Hao, at the bottom of the pit, suddenly convulsed violently!
A large mouthful of dark red blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, gushed out of his mouth!
Blood splattered on the soil, emitting a strong, fishy smell.
This was not entirely due to the injury.
More often than not, it was the extreme humiliation and trampling that completely ignited the pent-up anger and humiliation in their hearts!
"you……!"
Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes!
Those blood-red eyes, which once burned with an indomitable and frenzied fighting spirit, were now covered with spiderweb-like blood vessels, and their eyes were filled with extreme anger!
He stared intently at Cao Kun at the edge of the pit, a roar escaping his throat:
"You...are arrogant!!!"
Every word Tang Hao uttered was filled with intense hatred.
That roar seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength.
I see,
Tang Hao's body trembled violently, as if he were about to collapse completely at any moment.
however,
Right on the verge of death.
An even more frenzied and resolute aura, like a final burst of light, erupted from the depths of his broken body!
"Ughhhhhh...!!!"
Tang Hao let out an extremely angry roar!
With this roar, Tang Hao's aura grew stronger and stronger.
It even surpassed the level when he first unleashed his killing intent.
"boom……!!!"
An immense aura, mixed with blinding blood light, burst forth once again from his ravaged body!
Soaring straight to the heavens!
This time,
It's no longer the radiance of the spirit rings!
Instead, it's an unleashing of power that defies the heavens!
All I saw was...
Tang Hao stood up unsteadily, his eyes flashing with an intense madness and destructive intent!
He looked at Cao Kun and said, word by word:
"No one... dares to insult Haotian!"
"Not even a god!"
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