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With No.80 hammering, the might of the Haotian Hammer changed the expressions of many people.
The surrounding void twisted violently, the thunder-like sound shook the mind, this hammer was the strongest attack Tang San could unleash so far.
"Happy!" Jiang Chen's strength has been increased to five times, to meet Tang San's strongest blow.
With the strength of the Soul Sect, Tang San used the 81 Hammer, the power of this hammer has already approached the Soul Sage.
The Random Cloaking Wind Hammer Technique is indeed terrifying.
However, that's the end of it.
Apart from the Wuhun, Jiang Chen had already erupted with the greatest strength, and that shocking hammer bounced again under his iron fist.
This time, Tang San's tiger's mouth burst, he couldn't hold the Clear Sky Hammer anymore, he couldn't even hold the Xuanyu hand.
"Haha, Tang San, it's time to decide the outcome." Jiang Chen laughed loudly, approaching Tang San.
Tang San looked calm, behind him, the Eight Spider Lances burst out.
The body of the spear is full of barbs, and the tip of the spear is extremely sharp and contains highly poisonous poison.
The soul power in his body has been exhausted, and his body is almost exhausted. This is already the last resistance.
Jiang Chen ignored the stabbing spear point, and punched Tang San's chest with his fist.
Tang San no longer had the strength to resist, he shot backwards, falling in front of Ning Rongrong and Oscar.
Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body was injured, but it was not serious.
He knew that Jiang Chen kept his hand.
"We admit defeat." Tang San closed his eyes, and said helplessly.
Chapter 290 The competition ends, the eve of parting
Sure enough, in the end, Wuhundian won the championship.
It really made that young man succeed in [-]v[-].
The teachers and students of many colleges all had complex expressions at this time, and their hearts were a little heavy.
Wuhundian is actually so strong.
A single student can defeat Shrek Academy, doesn't that mean that their academy's team is no match for this young man?
Thinking of this, their hearts became even heavier.
Sure enough, what the young man said earlier about being invincible among his peers was not arrogance, but that he really had that ability.
Ma Hongjun who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes fiercely, and shouted excitedly: "Little San, we haven't lost yet, I can still fight."
Oscar persuaded from behind: "Fatty, we lost. Little San's random cloak hammer method of 81 hammers failed to defeat that Jiang Chen, and your going up is just a matter of punching him."
Oscar understood it.
Ning Rongrong bit her lips tightly, looking at Jiang Chen, who was unparalleled in strength and appearance, who looked like a king in the world, and felt very unwilling.
They Shrek, the monster among geniuses, was actually defeated by a single person, and this young man was said to be only 14 years old, just like them.
At this moment, the eldest lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School felt a serious sense of frustration.
"Referee, we admit defeat." The master's voice sounded.
At this moment, his heart was extremely bitter.
Even though he expected to lose earlier, he still hoped that Tang San could create another miracle in his heart.
At this moment, shouting out the words admit defeat seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body.
"Bibi Dong, you still win in the end." The master looked at the peerless queen on the high platform, and felt extremely frustrated.
His proud disciple, the disciple who has been training hard for many years, has one-of-a-kind xinxing talent, but he still lost out to Bibi Dong's disciple.
"It's also full of soul power innately, and the starting point is the same. After eight years, the gap is so big. Is it because my teaching is not good?"
At this time, the master began to doubt himself.
Liu Erlong came up, hugged Grandmaster's arm tightly, and did not speak.
The referee finally announced that Wuhundian Academy had won the final victory and became the champion of this year's Continental Soul Master Academy Elite Competition.
Tang San ate a recovery sausage, adjusted his breath a bit, and there was no serious problem. He stood up and looked at Jiang Chen with complicated eyes.
"Jiang Chen, congratulations."
"You are also very good, you are an opponent who deserves to be taken seriously." Jiang Chen said.
Tang San froze for a moment, then said firmly: "I won't give up, from now on you will be my goal to surpass."
Jiang Chen said: "If you take me as your goal, then I'm afraid you will never be able to complete it one day."
"Then let's wait and see." Tang San's eyes burst into purple light, and a powerful belief surrounded him.
Jiang Chen was a little surprised, the eyes of the two collided in the air, as if invisible sparks were intertwined.
"Fatty, let's go." Tang San withdrew his gaze, and helped Ma Hongjun off the ring.
"Young soul masters of Wuhundian Academy, congratulations on your final victory." Bibi Dong's voice came.
