Marvel: Beginning with the Collection of Shinra Tensei

Seeing Tang San eyeing him warily, Han Yu chose not to elaborate on his Clear Sky Hammer. Instead, he smiled faintly and called out to Erina and the others, urging them to head upstairs with him.

As Han Yu left, the other members of the Shrek Seven Devils gathered around Tang San. Dai Mubai spoke up, "Xiao San, the small black hammer that man materialized earlier—it looked exactly like your Clear Sky Hammer, didn't it?"

Tang San nodded solemnly. The Clear Sky Hammer, the pinnacle of assault-type tool spirits, was a martial spirit exclusively inherited by the disciples of the world's top sect, the Clear Sky Sect. Even those with extraordinary talent couldn't awaken this martial spirit unless they were part of the sect.

"Could he be from the Clear Sky Sect?" Tang San muttered to himself. "Why do I feel like he knows me?"

Late at Night

Han Yu, who had been sleeping on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look toward the balcony. Rising silently, he walked over.

The spacious balcony of the luxury suite revealed a figure draped in a black cloak and wearing a wide-brimmed hat to obscure their face, standing atop the railing.

Han Yu glanced back at Erina, who was sound asleep, then gently closed the door before turning his attention back to the shadowy figure.

"This isn't the right place to talk. Let's go somewhere else," Han Yu said.

He was the first to leap into the air, and after a brief hesitation, the cloaked figure followed.

The two bounded across rooftops, each step propelling them hundreds of meters forward. They only came to a stop once they were outside the city.

"What business does the Clear Sky Douluo have with me?" Han Yu asked, revealing the other's identity. The man was none other than Tang San's father, Tang Hao.

"You're not from the Clear Sky Sect," Tang Hao said in a deep, gravelly voice from beneath his cloak.

"Correct. Unfortunately, no prize for you," Han Yu replied nonchalantly, showing no sign of fear despite standing before a Titled Douluo.

"Where do you come from?"

The pressure from Tang Hao's words was leagues beyond what Zhao Wuji had emanated earlier—vastly superior in every way.

"That's my personal business. No need to tell you. All you need to know is that I have no interest in your son," Han Yu said, turning to leave.

Before he could take a step, Tang Hao's aura flared. Rings of light emerged beneath his feet, encircling him in a dazzling display.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—a total of nine soul rings, the hallmark of a Titled Douluo. In his hand, he held a massive Clear Sky Hammer, as tall as he was.

The most striking feature was the ninth ring, a red soul ring signifying a spirit beast over 100,000 years old—a rarity among even the strongest Soul Masters.

If Zhao Wuji's earlier pressure was like a blazing wildfire, Tang Hao's aura was a boundless galaxy, utterly overwhelming in comparison.

For most people—or even most Soul Masters—just standing under the pressure of a Titled Douluo would render them unable to move or speak coherently.

But Han Yu, entirely unaffected, turned his head casually toward Tang Hao. "Thinking of making a move?" he asked.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Tang Hao's figure blurred, his massive hammer swinging down toward Han Yu with tremendous force.

Without saying another word, Han Yu summoned the Clear Sky Hammer from the black energy gathering in his hand, raising it to block the blow.

When the two hammers collided, the resulting explosion of energy far exceeded what Han Yu had unleashed against Zhao Wuji earlier.

The sheer force from the clash obliterated towering century-old trees, reducing them to splinters before the shockwave pulverized the remnants into dust.

Amid the swirling dust and debris, both men retreated a few steps, using the force of the collision to create distance.

Han Yu waved his hand, dispersing the dust cloud with a single motion.

Tang Hao's expression grew increasingly uncertain. The strength Han Yu displayed was beyond his expectations. Despite the lack of soul rings on Han Yu's Clear Sky Hammer, the outcome of their clash made it clear—Han Yu's strength in raw power was entirely on par with his own.

By normal reasoning, this should have been impossible!

Han Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, tossing the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand a few times. Though he had no soul rings and wasn't a Soul Master, he possessed the extraordinary combat power granted by the Eternal Divine Mark.

From his perspective, even the most powerful Soul Masters focused more on single-target attacks. Han Yu's power, however, could cover vast areas, with attacks spanning tens of thousands of meters—utterly terrifying.

Yet, since their power systems operated on entirely different principles, a direct comparison of combat strength was meaningless. Who was stronger or weaker ultimately depended on how effectively each person could use their abilities in battle.

After all, this wasn't a turn-based game; every fight was full of unpredictable changes.

Now, it was Tang Hao's turn to be shocked.

Suddenly, an overwhelming killing intent erupted from Han Yu. It was no longer something abstract—this killing intent had taken on a tangible form, rising from Han Yu like a viscous liquid or raging flames clinging to his body.

Even as a Titled Douluo, Tang Hao felt himself overshadowed by this level of killing intent.

"Is this kid only twenty? And yet he has a killing intent so potent that even I feel a chill. There's no way he's just an ordinary person!"

Tang Hao's eyes narrowed sharply. He could confirm that the medium fueling Han Yu's killing intent wasn't soul power.

The man hadn't released any soul power or soul rings—Tang Hao couldn't even tell if he had them. For someone to emit such a terrifying aura without them, it was impossible for him to be an ordinary person.

"Could it be the Spirit Hall?" Tang Hao speculated but quickly dismissed the idea.

The Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect were mortal enemies. There was no way the Spirit Hall would use the Clear Sky Sect's martial spirit.

The two stared each other down in silence. After a while, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer disappeared from his hand.

Tang Hao decided not to fight. This man was no ordinary figure—his aura alone was at least on par with a Titled Douluo's level.

Battles between Titled Douluos were catastrophic. If mishandled, the shockwaves could reach Tang San and the others nearby. That wasn't something Tang Hao was willing to risk. He finally spoke.

"Since you've made it clear you have no ill will toward my son, I can leave in peace."

"I never did. You're the one who jumped to conclusions. If it weren't for the fact that you're not a bad guy, I'd have killed you already," Han Yu retorted bluntly.

With that, he withdrew his oppressive aura, instantly reverting to the appearance of an ordinary person. Even with Tang Hao's acute senses, he couldn't discern any combat power from Han Yu.

Tang Hao, concealed beneath his black cloak, cast Han Yu a deep, scrutinizing look. Offering a polite nod, he turned and left without another word.

Watching Tang Hao disappear from view, Han Yu retracted the Clear Sky Hammer. He had initially thought there might be an intense duel, but it seemed Tang Hao had only come to test him and had no intention of fighting to the death.

Surveying the area, Han Yu couldn't help but click his tongue at the destruction—fallen trees and shattered boulders were strewn everywhere.

"So, this is the damage caused by a single strike from a Titled Douluo? If they worked in demolition, they'd make a fortune."

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