Fifteen hundred men besieged the fifteen academies, each academy facing roughly a hundred enemies. The battle had barely begun when Tang San spotted the problem. The black-clad fighters' capabilities were far superior to ordinary soldiers.
At the very least, they were specially trained warriors. Both their speed and strength were quite respectable. Otherwise, the casualty count wouldn't have been so low.
After all, despite their numerical advantage, they were up against teams composed entirely of Soul Masters.
The two Soul Masters assigned to Shrek Academy's side both possessed five Soul Rings, and both had optimal ring configurations. They neutralized one of Ma Hongjun's attacks right off the bat. Flandre and Liu Erlong stepped in simultaneously, unleashing their full firepower.
A group battle? Tang San smiled. As a Control Type Soul Master, the thing he feared least was a group battle.
Blue Silver Grass spread across the ground in all directions, surging toward the enemy. Any opponent who came within reach was instantly entangled. Conserving Soul Power was important, but what mattered even more was ending this quickly.
Facing so many opponents for the first time, Tang San felt his blood boil with excitement. His already astonishing power was fully unleashed. The binding skill targeted only the enemy's legs, but at the same time, he had also taken on the role of commanding Shrek Academy's side of the fight.
"Load." The low command rang out. After slowing the enemy's movements, Tang San didn't rush in to attack.
The small, dark crossbow cases appeared in the hands of the Shrek Seven Devils. The seven of them moved with perfect coordination, each aiming in a different direction as they rapidly completed the mechanism's loading sequence.
The black-clad men Tang San had bound seemed to grow agitated. Suddenly, one of them bellowed, and a wave of Soul Power erupted from his body. Three Soul Rings rose above him as he forcibly broke free from the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his legs.
Seeing this, a troubling suspicion flashed through Tang San's mind. But there was no time to dwell on it—the mechanisms were loaded. Tang San bellowed, "Fire!"
Amid the sharp metallic roar, seven Zhuge Divine Crossbows spat forth the breath of death. Sixteen bolts from each, over a hundred arrows in total, rained outward. They wove together into a net steeped in death.
Screams pierced the air without end. Before the Zhuge Divine Crossbow's devastating penetrating power, the black-clad bandits finally began suffering casualties on a large scale.
The crossbows' penetrating force was simply too terrifying—it could pierce through multiple overlapping bodies simultaneously. In just a single volley, more than half the enemies besieging them had fallen.
Tang San smirked coldly. "Nobody move. Hold your defenses." With that, his body had already shot forward.
At that moment, every other academy was under siege as well—no one was paying attention to his side. Tang San's arms blurred through an ethereal series of motions as countless gleaming points of light sprayed from his fingertips. In that instant, he appeared to possess eight arms.
He hadn't used Hidden Weapons in a long time, but that didn't mean he had grown rusty. Like the Thousand Hand Asura they were designed for, he continuously delivered death to his enemies.
Once an opponent was determined to be an enemy, no mercy would be shown. That was the rule of the Tang Sect's founding principles—how could Tang San ever forget? No matter who these masked men were, they had clearly come with ill intent.
Most of the Hidden Weapons Tang San employed were various types of flying needles. Their small size made them harder for opponents to block and far easier to carry.
From the most basic fine steel needles to bone-piercing needles, armor-breaking needles, and tyrant needles, a continuous stream of flying needles of varying sizes—all with astonishing power—flew from his hands.
Purple-gold light blazed from his eyes as everything within his range fell under the dominion of his six senses. Nearly every strike felled an opponent instantly. Not every needle found a vital point, but one had to remember—the Tang Sect possessed not only Hidden Weapons, but also poisons.
Within Tang San's Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night, there were both paralyzing toxins and throat-sealing hemotoxins that killed the moment they drew blood. Would he show mercy against enemies? No. Absolutely not.
The Shrek Seven Devils were seeing Tang San fight at his full power for the first time. Even they, who knew him so well, could only see a constant stream of glittering light pouring from his body, while enemies within a thirty-meter radius of Tang San fell like wheat being scythed. Once they fell, not a single one ever rose again.
In a matter of moments, not only had the low-level bandits on Shrek Academy's side been completely wiped out, but even some of the black-clad fighters in the surrounding area had been caught in the crossfire.
Tang San's Hidden Weapons were simply too terrifying. They infiltrated without gap or sound, and by the time the enemy realized what was happening, they had usually already been struck by a poisoned needle. His Hidden Weapons could be said to be more domineering than any Soul Skill.
Wielding Hidden Weapons, Tang San became extraordinarily confident. At this moment, the Soul Skills granted by his Blue Silver Grass had been reduced to a purely supporting role. None of those black-clad bandits had any hope of getting close.