Chapter 468: Tang San has completely become a Hammer Brother.

Lin Qingmo went to watch the first round of the Shrek Team’s preliminary qualifiers.

Against the Holy Soul Team.

There was nothing much to say.

The Holy Soul Team was a relatively weak team.

Shrek won without much effort.

When the referee announced the result, the members of Shrek hadn’t even broken a sweat.

It was just a warm-up match, so nothing much could be seen from it.

What was truly worth watching was the second round.

Shrek’s opponent in the second round was the Elephant Armored Academy.

Known as the "strongest defense in the qualifiers."

The entire team consisted of defensive Beast Spirit users.

Captain Huyan Li took the lead, and when the seven of them stood on the stage, they looked exactly like a moving city wall.

Their tactics were simple and brutal—the "impenetrable wall" advance formation.

The seven of them formed a formation and slowly pressed forward, forcing their opponents to be crushed into pulp in the shrinking space.

This fighting style was almost unsolvable in the qualifiers.

In the Douluo Continentoriginal work, the Elephant Armored Academy could be considered a tough battle for Shrek.

Lin Qingmo specifically cleared his schedule, holding a cup of tea, and sat in the spectator stands to watch.

He had originally thought that without the support of the Immortal Herb, the overall combat power of the Shrek Team would inevitably decline.

And in fact, that was mostly the case.

Ma Hongjun was currently only level thirty-five.

Oscar was only level thirty-six.

Without the Immortal Herb, the progress of these two was not fast, making them the weak links of the team.

But the actual situation of the Shrek Team was better than he had expected.

Much better.

This was mainly because of Yu Tianheng and the others.

Yu Tianheng was level forty-four, Oslo was level forty-one, Shi Mo was level forty-three, and Shi Mo was level forty-two.

All four were Spirit Ancestors, plus the core, the level forty-one Dai Mubai.

The raw power of this lineup was already no less than any strong team in the qualifiers.

They could be called a dark horse.

"The addition of Yu Tianheng and the others has made up for quite a bit," Lin Qingmo commented softly.

They had three fewer female Spirit Masters but four more frontline combat-type players.

The original style, which favored flexible coordination, had been forcibly twisted into a violent, aggressive pushing style.

It wasn’t elegant, but it was effective.

"A-Qing."

Liu Erlong was sitting next to him watching the match.

Her phoenix eyes were fixed on the arena, but her gaze was not on the battle.

Her line of sight was precisely locked on the young man in the center of the stage who was burly but inexplicably exuded a feminine Aura.

Dai Mubai.

After his Evil Eyes White TigerSpirit possessed him, his Aura remained fierce.

Every strike carried a chilling explosive power.

But his body language, his stance, his pace, and even the arc of his wrist when he swiped his claws, all revealed an indescribable... femininity.

Liu Erlong rested her chin on her hand, the corners of her mouth curling up, and asked with thirty percent mischief and seventy percent curiosity:

"That Dai Mubai, was he really crippled by Tang San?"

Lin Qingmo’s hand holding the tea paused.

He remembered that famous scene from the Chat Group live stream vividly.

"That’s right."

Liu Erlong’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the curve of her mouth widened a bit more.

She examined Dai Mubai on the arena with great interest.

Her gaze swept over his lower body without leaving a trace, and then she chuckled softly.

"Tsk, I can’t tell at all. He’s quite fierce when he fights, not affected at all."

She turned her head and leaned a little closer to Lin Qingmo: "Or is it that... he can’t do it in certain areas, so he can put more effort into his fists instead?"

This remark was truly sharp.

Lin Qingmo glanced at her sideways.

Liu Erlong’s red lips were slightly curled, and there was a playful smile in her eyes, clearly waiting for him to take the bait.

"Teacher Erlong, battlefield analysis and physiological research should not be conducted simultaneously."

Lin Qingmo looked away without changing his expression.

"If you are interested in this topic, we can discuss it properly when we get back."

Liu Erlong’s smile became extremely brilliant: "Alright, we must discuss it properly."

Lin Qingmo stopped paying attention to Liu Erlong’s ’hint’ and refocused his attention on the arena.

Although Dai Mubai’s state was worth mocking, it wasn’t worth his excessive attention.

What truly made him narrow his eyes in focus was Tang San.

On the arena, Tang San’s figure was as fast as Gui Mei, weaving through the iron wall formation of the Elephant Armored Academy.

But what he held in his hand was no longer the flexible and entangling Blue Silver Grass.

Instead, it was a hammer!

The pitch-black hammer body was heavy and domineering.

Every swing carried a muffled sound that cracked the air.

It was the Clear Sky Hammer!

Tang San’s Second Martial Soul.

Lin Qingmo’s pupils constricted.

Three spirit rings rose from under Tang San’s feet, their colors purple, purple, purple!

Three thousand-year spirit rings!

As the hammer shadows flew, the impenetrable wall formation that the Elephant Armored Academy was so proud of visibly developed cracks.

Huyan Li tried his best to maintain the defense.

Although his veins were bulging, he still couldn’t block the unreasonable, violent output of hammer blow after hammer blow.

Boom—!

The final blow.

The defensive formation, shattered.

Dust filled the arena.

Lin Qingmo slowly put down his teacup, his brows knitting into a subtle angle.

"It seems that Tang San’s Blue Silver Grass is completely wasted, and he has completely switched to cultivating the Clear Sky HammerSpirit."

This judgment had no suspense.

To be able to abandon that mature control system of the Blue Silver Grass, there was only one reason: the path of the Blue Silver KingBloodline evolution had been cut off by Ah Yin.

But the problem followed.

The first three spirit rings of the Clear Sky Hammer were all at the thousand-year level.

This meant that Tang San’s spirit ring configuration was restricted from the start, and the ceiling for his subsequent growth was significantly lowered.

From a long-term potential perspective, this was a huge setback.

But unexpectedly...

Lin Qingmo closed his eyes, his spirit power perception quietly spreading, passing through the noisy stands, and precisely locking onto Tang San’s Aura.

His expression changed.

Tang San’s spirit power fluctuations were deliberately suppressed; on the surface, they were at most at the level of a Spirit Ancestor.

But under Lin Qingmo’s perception, his actual spirit power had actually reached the level of a Spirit King!

And it was above level fifty-five!

Lin Qingmo opened his eyes abruptly.

When they last met, Tang San was not even level 35.

Even if the switch to the Clear Sky Hammer went smoothly, and even if the spirit ring configuration was maxed out to purple, purple, purple, black, black.

It was impossible to have a twenty-five-level jump!

This speed was simply unreasonable.

"Unless..."

He thought of a possibility.

Lin Qingmo closed his eyes again.

This time, he perceived more deeply.

He didn’t probe the spirit power, but searched for life energy.

After a few breaths, he found the answer.

The density of life energy in Tang San’s right leg and left arm was abnormally rich, far exceeding the level that flesh and blood bones should have.

Spirit Bone!

Two Spirit Bones!

And the age was at least thirty or forty thousand years!

Lin Qingmo slowly opened his eyes, tapping his fingers on his knees unconsciously.

"Two Spirit Bones of thirty or forty thousand years."

"If this thing were thrown to an auction house, it would be enough to trigger a small war."

Where did Tang San, a teenager still studying at the academy, get them?

"Interesting..." he murmured softly.

His gaze fell on the figure swinging the hammer like the wind on the arena, his eyes becoming deep.

The Blue Silver GrassSpirit was ruined, and the spirit ring configuration of the Clear Sky HammerSpirit was not top-tier either.

But he had obtained two high-age Spirit Bones to make up for it.

Tang San’s growth was truly surprising.

Lin Qingmo picked up his teacup and took a sip, his gaze passing through the curling tea smoke, remaining on Tang San for a long time.

"Tang San, oh Tang San... could it be that your destiny is still intact?"

(End of Chapter)

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