Chapter 92. Tang San's Hidden Weapons (5)

The tea-scented mist sent a wave of dizziness through Zhao Wuji's mind, and the defense of his Immovable Bright King Body dropped by half a fraction. In that very instant, Zhao Wuji felt a sharp pain in his chest. Glancing down, he was horrified to discover that the spray of steel needles Tang San had launched from his chest had actually pierced through the defense of his Immovable Bright King Body and embedded themselves squarely in his chest.

A numbing, searing pain shot through his nerves and into his brain in an instant.

*Poison!* Zhao Wuji was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly channeled his Immovable Bright King Body once more, forcibly driving the steel needles out of his body. But the venom had already entered him through both respiration and blood circulation.

Tang Sect was not known solely for its hidden weapons — its poisons were equally renowned. Although Tang San had not had many opportunities to gather toxic substances these past years, he had certainly not wasted that Mandala Snake. The venom extracted from its fangs had been applied to this chest-mounted hidden weapon, and at this critical moment, it had served its purpose to the fullest. This particular hidden weapon on his chest was one of the few he carried that could break through protective vital energy barriers. It was called Sand-Shooting Shadow.

Of course, the defense of Zhao Wuji's Immovable Bright King Body was far too powerful. The sixty-four steel needles fired by the Sand-Shooting Shadow had barely managed to break through his skin.

But that was already enough. The Mandala Snake's venom was not potent enough to incapacitate Zhao Wuji entirely, but it forced him to divert a portion of his Soul Power to stop the toxin from spreading. This gave Tang San a far greater window to breathe.

However, Zhao Wuji's momentary hesitation did not allow Tang San to escape. Instead, Tang San charged straight at him. His ten fingers flicked outward simultaneously, and ten thin streaks of golden light flashed and vanished in midair. If you weren't looking carefully, you might not even notice their existence.

As a master of hidden weapons, timing one's attacks was absolutely crucial — and Tang San had clearly accomplished this. He had chosen the exact moment when Zhao Wuji had just reactivated his Immovable Bright King Body to expel the needles, leaving his defenses momentarily weakened.

Thanks to the perception granted by his Purple Demon Eyes, Tang San could not only see his opponent's every movement but even perceive the fluctuating intensity of the Soul Power surrounding Zhao Wuji's body. Otherwise, how could he have found the opening with such precision? That was the true power of the Purple Demon Eyes.

The ten golden rays forcibly pierced through the defense of the Immovable Bright King Body, silently imprinting themselves onto Zhao Wuji's body and burrowing in.

Zhao Wuji felt sharp pain erupt from several points on his body simultaneously. Even with his formidable nerve strength, he couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath, his entire body convulsing with pain.

"You—" Zhao Wuji was growing angry now. A low roar escaped his lips as his fifth Soul Ring, that ring of deep, abyssal black, suddenly blazed to life. The thunderous roar shook the very foundations of Shrek Academy.

Tang San felt enormous pressure crash in from every direction at once. His body surged toward Zhao Wuji against his will, and the pressure closing in from all sides seemed ready to crush him to pieces — this was a force far beyond anything he could resist.

Zhao Wuji's Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul — fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Squeeze.

Would Tang San simply surrender? Of course not.

He ducked his head sharply, and with a crisp snap, a seven-inch crossbow bolt erupted from his back, hurtling straight toward Zhao Wuji's roaring mouth. Even while his body was already under the opponent's control, he could maintain such pinpoint accuracy — it was nothing short of breathtaking.

Back-Mounted Crossbow, medium-sized bolt. Fired using the muscles of the back. Only a single shot. But because of the bolt's large size and the tremendous spring tension of the mechanism, its destructive power was among the strongest of all mechanically-triggered hidden weapons — far beyond what a Sleeve Arrow could compare to.

At the same time, Tang San's feet kicked together, and from each toe tip a roughly three-inch blade sprang forth. One foot lashed out toward Zhao Wuji's throat while the other swept silently toward the vitals below. Even in such a disadvantageous position, to still mount such an attack — it could only be described as terrifying.

The Back-Mounted Crossbow bolt flew with incredible speed. Zhao Wuji didn't even have time to raise his hands before the bolt pierced through the Immovable Bright King Body's defense and shot straight for his mouth.

In that critical moment, Zhao Wuji demonstrated the powerful combat experience befitting a Soul Saint. Without a hint of panic, he clamped his teeth together, catching the bolt squarely between them.

The impact force of the Back-Mounted Crossbow was tremendous. Although Zhao Wuji had bitten it, his teeth were rattled loose by the force. At the same time, a sweet fragrance wafted from the bolt into his mouth, instantly sending a wave of dizziness through his mind.

There was only one Back-Mounted Crossbow bolt — did Tang San really think he wouldn't have tampered with it? The bolt was hollow inside, containing a small amount of Mandala Snake venom. Once the bolt pierced an enemy's body and was subjected to pressure, the venom would be immediately ejected. Though the bolt hadn't penetrated Zhao Wuji's flesh, his teeth had provided more than enough compression. That mouthful of venom was naturally delivered to him without the slightest courtesy.

"Ptah!" Zhao Wuji spat out the bolt, simultaneously blocking upward and slapping downward with both hands to neutralize Tang San's dual foot strikes. By now, Tang San had been squeezed directly in front of him.

"Are you some kind of porcupine?!" Zhao Wuji roared. However, having taken a dose of Mandala Snake venom into his mouth, his tongue had gone somewhat numb, and his words came out slightly slurred.

Not just since coming to Shrek Academy — even back in his days making a name for himself among the Soul Masters, he had never suffered such a loss. Fierce light flickered in his eyes as he was about to erupt.

But Tang San's assault was not yet finished. At some point, a small hammer had appeared in his left hand — a pitch-black little hammer. After Zhao Wuji had knocked his legs aside, Tang San's left hand swung the hammer straight at Zhao Wuji's face.

(End of Chapter)