52: Chapter 52 Tang Hao Makes His Move!

Tang San turned to look at Tang Hao, his eyes filled with determination.

"Dad, do it!"

Tang Hao nodded.

He didn't care about the little girl's pleas.

In his eyes, there were only strength and interests.

Since his son wanted it, he would just snatch it away.

"Get out of the way!"

Tang Hao gave a furious roar, raising the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand once more.

This time, he didn't hold back in the slightest.

The terrifying shockwave directly sent Xiao Wu and the other two flying back.

"I'll see who can save you today!"

Tang Hao took a step forward, descending like a demon god as he headed straight for Qin Feng.

Violent black Soul Power swept across the field like a raging tide, and that giant Clear Sky Hammer carried a terrifying might that seemed to crush the void as it fell straight down.

Dugu Bo was shaken back, leaving only Qin Feng alone in the center to face this killing blow.

Everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.

At the very moment the giant hammer was about to strike, Qin Feng moved.

He didn't scurry away with his head in his hands as everyone expected, nor did he kneel and beg for mercy.

Qin Feng abruptly raised his right hand, and that "five thunders drum," radiating an ancient thunderous aura, appeared out of thin air, floating above his head.

Boom!

A dull explosion of thunder erupted, making the ears of everyone present ache.

The originally clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and five-colored lightning, like summoned dragons, descended from the heavens and slammed violently onto that pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer.

At the same time, a bone-white flame surged from Qin Feng's body—it was the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

The extreme cold and the violence of the thunder, two completely different powers, actually fused perfectly at this moment, transforming into a pillar of light that shot into the sky and forcibly held up the falling Clear Sky Hammer.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the clouds.

A terrifying shockwave rippled outward from the two of them, flipping up all the stone slabs on the ground.

Dust flew everywhere, blotting out the sun.

Once the dust settled, everyone's eyes widened, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Qin Feng was still standing where he was. Although his feet had sunk three inches into the ground, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and that signature mocking smile even hung on the corner of his mouth.

He blocked it!

A level fifty-five Spirit King had actually blocked the wrathful strike of a level ninety-five Titled Douluo!

The entire field was dead silent.

Tang Hao maintained his downward smashing posture, his weathered old face now filled with shock.

He felt as if his hammer had struck a mountain condensed from thunder; the counter-shock force made even the webbing between his thumb and forefinger feel numb.

"How is this possible?"

"This kid is clearly only at the Spirit King realm, so how can he have such massive Soul Power? And that drum—what kind of Spirit is it? It can actually draw upon the power of heaven and earth's thunder to rival his Clear Sky Avatar?"

"This is the strength of the Clear Sky Douluo?"

Qin Feng casually brushed the dust off his sleeves, his tone contemptuous.

"It seems like nothing much. Not as hard as I imagined."

Standing in the distance, Tang San was as if struck by lightning, standing there in a daze.

He stared fixedly at Qin Feng, his fists clenched so tightly his nails almost pierced his palms.

How could this be?

His father was a Titled Douluo! A being standing at the peak of this continent!

On what basis could Qin Feng block him?

Was this the gap between him and Qin Feng?

Just moments ago, he had boasted about letting Qin Feng see the gap in their strength, but now Qin Feng had slapped him back across the face.

If it were him facing that hammer, he would have probably been turned into a puddle of mush long ago.

A strong sense of frustration and jealousy spread through Tang San's heart.

No! This is absolutely impossible!

Qin Feng must have used some evil method that overdraws his life force!

Standing on the other side, Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes were also flashing with brilliance.

She had originally been prepared to act, even secretly signaling the Snake Lance Douluo.

But now it seemed this kid was hiding even more than she had imagined.

That kind of thunder power even caused the Seraphim Spirit inside her body to tremble slightly.

"This guy..."

Qian Renxue murmured to herself.

"It seems the intelligence regarding him needs to be re-evaluated."

To withstand a Titled Douluo with a Spirit King's body was unheard of in the history of the Douluo Continent.

Just how many secrets did Qin Feng have?

Ning Rongrong's small mouth hung open, wide enough to fit an egg.

Although she knew Qin Feng was strong and he often bragged in the diary, seeing this scene with her own eyes was simply too impactful.

"Zhuqing, Xiao Wu..."

Ning Rongrong tugged at the sleeves of the two beside her.

"Are we dreaming? That's Tang Hao!"

In Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes, there was now complete shock and even a trace of hard-to-detect admiration.

In this world where strength was respected, the strong could always easily conquer a woman's heart.

The domineering aura Qin Feng displayed now formed a sharp contrast with his usual lazy and frivolous appearance; this sense of contrast was the most lethal.

Xiao Wu's feelings were the most complicated of all.

She looked at the arrogant youth in the center, and then at Tang San, whose face was green beside her.

She used to think her third brother was the most talented person in the world.

But compared to Qin Feng now, Tang San was like the light of a firefly, while Qin Feng was the bright moon competing for glory.

"Old geezer, haven't you eaten?"

Qin Feng looked at Tang Hao and mocked him again.

"If you can't do it, let your son take over. Oh, that's right, your son is even more of a waste; he can't even take a single slap from me."

Tang Hao laughed out of extreme anger.

"Good! What a sharp-tongued kid!"

"I have roamed the continent for decades, and this is the first time I've seen such an arrogant junior!"

"That strike just now must have been your final effort, right?"

Tang Hao's ninth spirit ring flashed again, the red light reflecting on him like an Asura from hell.

He didn't believe Qin Feng could keep blocking forever.

A Spirit King was a Spirit King after all; their total Soul Power was limited.

As long as he landed a few more hammer blows, this kid was dead for sure.

Qin Feng was also secretly complaining in his heart.

This old thing was indeed troublesome.

Although he had blocked once by relying on a divine artifact and the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, the Soul Power in his body had been heavily consumed.

After all, he had only written in the diary for two days. While the system's rewards were generous, they hadn't reached the point where he could solo a Super Douluo head-on.

If they kept fighting, he would definitely be the one to suffer.

However, even if he lost, he wouldn't lose his poise.

Qin Feng's face still wore a calm and breezy expression.

"Final effort?"

"Tang Hao, you're overestimating yourself too much."

"Want to kill me? You have no hope in this life. Try again in your next life after being born into a better family."

Hearing this, the veins on Tang Hao's forehead bulged.

This kid, still acting tough even when death was imminent!

Tang San saw the clues from the side and hurriedly shouted:

"Dad! Don't listen to his bluffing!"

"He must be at his limit!"

"He's just stalling for time, waiting for help!"

Speaking to this point, a sinister smile appeared on Tang San's face.

"Qin Feng, do you think you have any reliance left?"

"Even if you have help, near Heaven Dou City, who could be my father's opponent?"

You won't escape today!

At that moment, Ma Hongjun, who had been lying on the ground, also struggled to sit up.

Though he felt severe pain in his crotch, his hatred for Qin Feng fueled his current excitement.