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This shows that the power contained in his strike had condensed and penetrated to an unbelievable degree!
Every bit of force was precisely applied to the internal structure of the rock, completely destroying it from the smallest level!
This ultimate control over power is simply unheard of and unseen!
"A monster... he's not human at all..."
Zhao Wuji muttered to himself, his eyes filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.
He originally thought that the difference between himself and Su Xin was only in their ranks.
But now it seems that's not the case at all.
Even though they are both titled Douluo, he is probably no different from a child in front of the other.
The two are on completely different levels in terms of the application and understanding of power!
Flander didn't speak, but silently pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses flashing with an incredibly complex light.
Looking at the silver-haired youth standing in the morning light, holding a demonic sword, he felt no longer fear.
Rather, it was a feeling of... relief.
I'm glad I made that choice.
I'm glad I was standing next to this monster, not on the other side.
Slake Academy may truly be ushering in an unprecedented era of glory under this man's leadership.
As long as... they can withstand the "frights" this guy brings from time to time.
Meanwhile, the students slowly recovered from their shock.
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Auska gathered together, watching Su Xin's retreating figure, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.
His expression was filled with awe.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu stood at a distance, their beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration.
He stared intently at the black longsword in Su Xin's hand, then glanced at the pile of rock dust on the ground.
His fist, hidden in his sleeve, clenched involuntarily.
Others might not see the trick.
But he sensed a familiar feeling from Su Xin's last strike.
The feeling of power building up layer by layer, culminating in a powerful explosion...
Although enveloped in a cold and eerie energy, its core is clearly...
Chaotic Fart Hammer Technique!
At this moment, Tang San's heart sank to the bottom.
Chaotic Fart Hammer Technique!
That's definitely the power generation technique of the Chaotic Fart Hammer Method!
Although Su Xin used swordsmanship to execute it, and incorporated his own strange soul power.
But Tang San would never be wrong about its essence!
That's something he's cultivated since childhood, something ingrained in his very bones!
But...why?
Why does Su Xin know the Chaotic Fart Hammer Technique? It's a blacksmithing skill that his father taught him.
A terrifying thought, like a venomous snake, suddenly darted into Tang San's mind.
He recalled the agonizing nightmare he had experienced the previous night.
In his dream, his father, covered in blood, was cut in two by a blurry black shadow.
Then, the dark figure seemed to take something from his father's corpse...
The dream was blurry, but the deep, bone-chilling pain of losing a loved one felt so real.
And now, Su Xin has unleashed the Chaotic Fart Hammer Technique...
Could these two things be related?
Tang San dared not think any further.
His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Third brother, what's wrong with you?"
Xiaowu, who was standing nearby, noticed his unusual behavior and quickly helped him up, asking him with concern.
"You look terrible, are you still injured?"
"I...I'm fine."
Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and shook his head.
Everything he's doing now is just speculation. He can't act rashly without evidence.
Su Xin's strength is too great.
It was so powerful that it made him feel desperate.
If his suspicions are true, then rushing up to question him now would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock, courting certain death.
"I have to endure it!"
Tang San's fingernails dug deeply into his palm, and a trickle of blood flowed out between his fingers, but he was completely unaware of it.
His gaze was fixed on the silver-haired figure in the center of the playground, filled with an undisguised coldness and...killing intent!
Regardless of whether the speculation is true or not.
Su Xin secretly learned his father's cooking skills, that's a fact!
Based on this alone, he has already made it onto Tang San's kill list!
Su Xin completely ignored the stunned gazes around him.
He was currently immersed in a wondrous state of martial arts.
Incorporating the power generation techniques of the Chaotic Farting Hammer Technique into swordsmanship is just the beginning.
To put it bluntly, this hammering technique was just a method Tang Hao used to forge iron and hone his basic skills. Although it was ingenious, its scope was still too narrow.
The truly valuable item is the core inheritance of the Haotian Sect—the Haotian Nine Techniques!
That is the supreme method to unleash the domineering power and strength of the Heavenly Hammer to the fullest extent!
"If you're going to learn it, then learn the whole thing."
A thought flashed through Su Xin's mind, and the scene of fighting Tang Hao reappeared in his mind.
This time, his mental focus was no longer locked onto the seemingly chaotic hammering technique.
Rather, it refers to the unique and mysterious circulation route of Tang Hao's soul power when he uses his soul skills.
Emptiness, Seal, Penetrate, Trace, Entangle, Shock, Break, Brake, Collapse. These nine words are the general outline of the Nine Secrets of Haotian.
Each word represents a completely different way of using power, a supreme combat technique.
Chapter 35 Nine Forms of the Demon Blade - Grandpa is Cooler Than Swordsman
Having gained experience from integrating the Chaotic Fart Hammer Technique, Su Xin's analysis and deconstruction process became much easier this time.
His immense spiritual power, at the level of a titled Douluo, was like the most sophisticated analytical instrument in the world.
Every detail of the Nine Secrets of Heaven and every node of energy flow is analyzed clearly.
"I see... The Nine Secrets of Haotian emphasize the concentration and explosion of 'momentum'."
Su Xin quickly grasped the core secret of the matter.
The Chaotic Fart Hammer Technique is an accumulation of power.
The Nine Techniques of Haotian, on the other hand, concentrate all the essence, energy, spirit, and even the power of heaven and earth into a single strike.
It unleashed a devastating power in an instant.
The difference between the two is obvious.
"However, this method is still too crude." A hint of disdain curled at the corner of Su Xin's mouth.
In his view, although the Nine Techniques of Haotian were powerful, they had too few variations and were too straightforward.
Once someone figures out your attack strategy, you can easily be targeted.
Moreover, this kind of explosive release places an enormous burden on the body.
That madman Tang Hao, every move he makes is like self-harm; he's utterly stupid.
“Power should not only take the form of being fierce and domineering.”
"My Nine Netherworld Profound Heaven Divine Art emphasizes the balance of Yin and Yang, and the unity of strength and gentleness."
Power can be as surging as a flood, or as subtle as a thread.
"If I could combine the 'momentum' of the Nine Heavens Techniques with the 'transformation' of my Nine Netherworld Inner Force..."
A bold idea began to sprout wildly in Su Xin's mind.
What he needs to do is not to imitate or copy.
Instead, he wanted to completely dismantle and reassemble the Nine Secret Techniques of Haotian, and then create a sword technique that was entirely his own!
Su Xin closed his eyes again, and slowly raised the Demon Blade Thousand Blades in his hand.
He didn't rush to swing his sword, but instead began to adjust the internal energy of the Nine Nether Profound Heaven within his body.
The cold internal energy that had been flowing smoothly through his meridians like a river was now gone.
Under his guidance, it began to operate in an extremely complex and mysterious way.
Sometimes it is like thunder, sometimes like still water.
Sometimes it gathers like a mountain, sometimes it disperses like mist.