At this moment, Tang Hao couldn't help feeling some regret. Su Ming had awakened his martial spirit in Holy Soul Village with innate level-seven wood element potential. He'd even mentioned to the Spirit Hall recruiters that he might join someday, yet he'd ultimately gone to an academy with Xiao San.
Originally, given Tang Hao's personality, he would have preferred to eliminate Su Ming—especially since Su Ming had spoken of joining Spirit Hall. But he thought, He's just a six-year-old kid. Admiring Spirit Hall is normal, and since he's now friends with Xiao San, there's still a chance to sway him back.
After all, Su Ming's potential was only innate level seven, while his son had full innate soul power with twin spirits. Tang Hao saw an opportunity: with Tang San's talents, he couldn't face Spirit Hall alone—he needed allies. Su Ming, a boy from Holy Soul Village, seemed a perfect candidate, someone he could understand and trust. But Su Ming turned out to be far more complex than he'd imagined.
Su Ming inwardly scoffed at Tang Hao, Do you really think you know me? And, honestly, if Tang Hao could suspect Su Ming, how could he not see anything unusual about his own son? Perhaps Tang Hao had sensed something from the start, noting Tang San's discipline and devotion to training on the mountaintop each day. But after seeing Tang San awaken only a Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, his disappointment grew, thinking perhaps this boy wasn't his son.
Only when Tang San revealed his second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, did Tang Hao rejoice. Despite any odd behavior, this boy was indeed his own. So he forged a path for Tang San, envisioning an eventual return to the clan and the destruction of Spirit Hall. But these were just Su Ming's musings on Tang Hao and Tang San; only they truly understood their plans.
Su Ming looked at Qian Renxue, his tone calm but certain. "Qian Renxue, you're strong, very strong. But I believe I'm stronger. Show me your best move—it's time to end this."
As he spoke, Su Ming's Mangekyo Sharingan followed her every move, recalling the techniques of Sun Breathing. While his Sharingan couldn't directly copy the unique martial arts and soul skills of this world, when it came to techniques like Sun Breathing… well, those he could replicate.
Qian Renxue's expression sharpened, realizing Su Ming was serious. Fine. One final, decisive strike.
"Sun Breathing, First Form: Dance!"
"Sun Breathing, Second Form: Clear Blue Sky!"
"Sun Breathing, Third Form: Raging Sun!"
She prepared the final and most powerful combination of Sun Breathing, the Thirteenth Form—a continuous series designed to unleash its fullest strength. Yet as she launched her attacks, her disbelief grew. Su Ming was responding with the same moves, mirroring her techniques!
"Sun Breathing, Eleventh Form: Dragon Sun Halo Head Dance!"
Qian Renxue's Angelic Sword lashed out in a flurry, each strike a blazing, dragon-like arc. But every blow was met and countered by Su Ming's identical moves.
"Look! Su Ming's moves are exactly the same as Qian Renxue's!"
"Yeah, their fight is at a fever pitch. It's like two dragons locked in battle—one dark, one radiant. One exudes pure destruction, the other divine grace!"
"I think Su Ming's winning. He's been hiding his real strength all along, even now, using techniques he just copied on the spot."
Qian Renxue completed her twelve-strike combo, her body battered and covered in wounds, while Su Ming remained unscathed.
"Su Ming!" she shouted, unyielding. "How are you using my techniques? And you seem even more proficient with them than I am!"
Su Ming looked at her with a knowing smile, which made her heart skip a beat. Had he figured out her secret? No, she thought. This is impossible. These techniques came from the system, so they should be unique to me!
System: …
Su Ming spoke calmly, "You'll understand someday. But for now, are you out of moves? It's my turn."
"Watch carefully. These twelve forms have a deeper meaning. You're missing the essence—the unwavering spirit and unstoppable force that defines them."
While Su Ming hadn't endured the tragedies of the Demon Slayer world himself, he felt the weight of that struggle deeply. He wondered if, upon ascending to godhood, he could visit that world to fulfill his own unresolved feelings. Too many people there met needless deaths…
In an instant, Su Ming's aura erupted, the invisible pressure soaring to the sky. This was the true power of Sun Breathing.
Even Bibi Dong felt her heart pound. Su Ming's aura was intense, almost more potent than killing intent itself.
At that moment, not only Bibi Dong but also Qian Renxue felt it. Her Angelic Domain was suppressed by Su Ming's overwhelming presence. His energy expanded outward, enveloping everyone present. Most could barely breathe under the pressure, their hands clapped over their mouths to keep from retching, cold sweat dripping down their backs.
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