Although
Tang San still remembered a line from the opening chapter of the Supreme Origin Scroll: never try to play the pig to eat the tiger, or you may truly end up as a pig.
Only now did he fully understand what that meant. If the people they had just faced hadn't been Shrek Academy's teachers but enemies, then
Without the strength and speed boost from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Tang San could clearly feel his body grow a touch heavier. His arms trembled slightly as he adjusted to his current state. At the same time, his hands gradually turned white, luminous as jade. Between his ten fingers, faint currents of air seemed to swirl. He lowered his head slightly, keeping his opponent from seeing that his eyes had completely turned purple.
Zhao Wuji could distinctly sense a subtle shift in Tang San's aura. His Soul Power hadn't actually increased, yet for reasons he couldn't explain, the Soul Saint's instincts warned him of a trace of danger.
Could a child at the twenty-ninth level truly make him feel threatened? Zhao Wuji found it hard to believe. He activated his first Soul Ring skill — the Immovable Bright King Body — and strode toward Tang San. His pace wasn't fast, but each step was incredibly steady. With every footfall, the ground trembled faintly.
"Teacher Zhao, watch out." Tang San suddenly raised his head, and the purple light in his eyes surged violently. Seeing those violet pupils, Zhao Wuji was momentarily startled, and his steps faltered. After all, confusion attacks through the gaze were among the hardest soul skills to resist. He had nearly fallen for it when facing Xiao Wu before.
But Zhao Wuji quickly realized that the purple glow in Tang San's eyes held no offensive power. And in that brief hesitation, Tang San's dangling hands floated upward from either side of his waist.
Tsss tsss tsss tsss tsss — ten streaks of cold light burst from the tips of his lightly pinched fingers, shooting toward Zhao Wuji's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, groin, and abdomen. Not a single target was the same, and every one was a vital spot.
The piercing whistle of the projectiles startled Zhao Wuji. Among all his abilities, agility was his weakest. After activating Martial Soul Possession, his speed had improved somewhat, but given his massive build and extraordinary defensive power, he generally preferred to meet opponents head-on.
Facing the sudden and incredibly precise barrage of ten cold lights, Zhao Wuji reacted swiftly. His bear-paws moved in concert — the upper pair shielding his eyes, the lower protecting his groin. With a low growl, Soul Power erupted from his entire body as he pushed the Immovable Bright King Body to its maximum.
After releasing the ten streaks of light, Tang San didn't hesitate for an instant. His feet danced in the Ghost Shadow Phantom Trail as he retreated rapidly.
Ten muffled bursts sounded almost simultaneously. All ten projectiles struck Zhao Wuji's body, but within the powerful golden glow, every one was deflected without causing the slightest harm.
Tang San was secretly alarmed. What he had fired were Tenon Penetrating Nails — among small hidden weapons, they were among the heavier variety. Combined with his internal energy and their penetrating properties, they still hadn't left a single scratch on Zhao Wuji. That spoke volumes about just how formidable Zhao Wuji's defense truly was. Dai Mubai's claim that he had no openings wasn't without reason.
His body twisted, and another dozen streaks of cold light were flung outward.
No openings? A flash of cold intent crossed Tang San's eyes. The so-called "no openings" meant his entire body was an opening. He only needed to break through a single point — that was where his chance lay.
While retreating, Tang San's hands fluttered like butterflies before him — flicking, snapping, sending streak after streak of cold light from his fingers, each one aimed precisely at a vital point on Zhao Wuji's body.
The shock in Zhao Wuji's heart was even greater than Tang San's. He had never faced an opponent like this. If their strength had been equal, he knew he would have already lost. The hidden weapons Tang San launched were not only accurate but attacked so many different locations simultaneously that dodging them was extraordinarily difficult.
Willow Leaf Blades, Flying Locust Stones, Cash Coins, Tenon Penetrating Nails — every variety of hidden weapon bloomed from Tang San's Rain of a Hundred Methods. Some flew straight, some at angles, some curved around to strike from behind, but they all shared a single target: Zhao Wuji's body.
Zhao Wuji could clearly feel that these hidden weapons possessed tremendous penetrating power. Without running the Immovable Bright King Body at full capacity, even he could be wounded by them.
However, after their rapid exchange, Zhao Wuji believed he had gauged the offensive power of Tang San's hidden weapons. With golden light blazing from his entire body, he charged straight at Tang San.
Seeing Zhao Wuji rush toward him, the enormous Vigorous Vajra Palm rising once more, Tang San showed not the slightest panic. His feet shifted as he retreated at high speed, while
The resilient Blue Silver Grass wasn't nearly enough to stop Zhao Wuji outright, but delaying him for a moment was entirely possible. The omnipresent entanglement used only a single strand of Blue Silver Grass to snare Zhao Wuji's foot each time, slowing his speed while conserving as much of his internal energy as possible.
Relying on the Blue Silver Grass and the Ghost Shadow Phantom Trail, Tang San's absolute speed might not have matched Zhao Wuji's, but Zhao Wuji simply couldn't catch him. The Vigorous Vajra Palm struck empty air several times over.
(End of Chapter)