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Chapter 103
Chapter 103: Tang San Defeated a Soul Saint
With that brief pause, the incense stick on the ground had already burned halfway. Zhao Wuji didn't care in the slightest; even if only a tiny bit remained, he was confident he could defeat Tang San instantly.
“Little guy, are you ready?” Zhao Wuji asked.
With the amplified power and speed from Ning Rongrong, Tang San felt better than ever. His ten fingers began to tremble rapidly as he quickly adjusted his state.
He pushed his Mysterious Heaven Skill to its limit, and as he activated his Purple Demon Eye, his eyes turned completely purple.
The aura emanating from Tang San wasn't particularly strong, but it gave Zhao Wuji a slight shock. He could actually feel a sliver of danger coming from Tang San.
How was this possible? He was a Soul Saint, while Tang San was still just a Great Soul Master. How could Tang San possibly make him feel threatened?
Although shocked, Zhao Wuji never doubted his own instincts.
Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes glinting with purple light as his entire disposition changed in an instant.
If one had to use a single phrase to describe him now, it would be "unstoppably forging ahead." Even though he was facing a Soul Saint more than forty Levels higher than him, he showed not the slightest hint of fear.
“Teacher Zhao, be careful,” Tang San warned. His hand swept across his belt, and with a powerful flick, ten faint, cold glints flashed through the air and vanished.
So fast! Zhao Wuji was startled, and he instantly released his Martial Soul.
He was originally less than 1.7 meters tall, but after his Martial Soul Possession, his body rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, he had become a giant over 2.5 meters tall, his already prominent muscles becoming even more exaggerated.
What Tang San had launched were ten Bone Piercing Needles. Combined with the internal energy of his Mysterious Heaven Skill and his enhanced physical strength, their power was already terrifying.
The piercing sound of them cutting through the air forced Zhao Wuji to face them seriously.
He let out a low roar and directly activated his strongest defensive soul skill, the Immovable Wisdom King Body. A brilliant golden light erupted from him, capable of repelling any attack within a three-meter radius.
Tang San’s ten Bone Piercing Needles were aimed at ten of Zhao Wuji’s vital points. But when they struck the Immovable Wisdom King Body, they were all deflected, failing to cause any harm to Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji laughed heartily. “Flashy tricks, not nearly enough to make a difference.”
Tang San’s expression was extremely calm. His hands continuously swept over his waist before flicking forward, launching a constant stream of various hidden weapons.
Willow Leaf Blades, Flying Locust Stones, Bone Piercing Needles, Money Darts... Tang San's stock of hidden weapons was being rapidly depleted.
Zhao Wuji could no longer laugh. The attack angles of Tang San’s hidden weapons were simply too tricky, their quantity was immense, and the power with which they were launched was not insignificant.
Zhao Wuji knew that if he hadn't activated his Immovable Wisdom King Body, his body would have long been riddled by these dense and bizarre hidden weapons.
He was already thoroughly shocked. The combat prowess this kid was displaying was simply not something a Great Soul Master should possess.
Zhao Wuji was certain that even a Soul Elder or perhaps even a Soul Ancestor would be defeated by such a dense and powerful assault.
He glanced at the incense stick; not much of it was left.
“Good kid, I underestimated you. It’s time to end this,” Zhao Wuji shouted as his fourth soul ring lit up.
This soul skill of his was called Positioning Tracking. Upon activation, the fourth soul ring detached from his body, flew over to Tang San, and locked onto him.
Zhao Wuji leaped into the air, hurtling toward Tang San.
To his horror, Tang San discovered that no matter which direction he tried to dodge, Zhao Wuji’s airborne body would shift to follow his movements.
A cold glint flashed in Tang San’s eyes. He stopped moving. Just as Zhao Wuji was about to land in front of him, a dozen thick strands of Blue Silver Grass shot up from the ground, binding themselves firmly around Zhao Wuji’s body and pulling him down.
At the same time, he raised his hands, and six crossbow bolts shot out from his sleeves with a sharp, intense whistle.
“Here comes the good part,” Aotian said with a smile.
Xiao Wu stared at the battlefield with excitement and anticipation, while Zhu Zhuqing was a little confused, not understanding what Aotian meant by "the good part."
When the six crossbow bolts came within three meters of Zhao Wuji, his expression changed, because his Immovable Wisdom King Body had been broken.
Six arrows shot toward the vital points on his body. *Pfft, pfft, pfft…* The arrows pierced into Zhao Wuji’s flesh, leaving only a small portion exposed.
Seeing this, Tang San was pleasantly surprised. Just as he was hesitating on whether to stop his attack, Zhao Wuji roared, and the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him was shattered to pieces.
A formidable aura erupted from Zhao Wuji as he bellowed, “You little brat, you take me for a sick cat just because I don't show my claws?”
His second soul ring lit up. He activated his Great Strength Vajra Palm soul skill, and his palm instantly swelled to the size of a cattail fan as he swung it toward Tang San.
Tang San’s expression changed drastically. As he retreated rapidly, a dozen faint golden glints shot out from his fingernails, striking parts of Zhao Wuji's body that weren't vital points.
If Zhao Wuji hadn't seen that faint golden glint, he would never have noticed these hidden weapons that were as fine as a strand of hair.
A dozen Dragon Whisker Needles shot into Zhao Wuji’s body, penetrating deep inside, where they immediately contracted into tight balls, tearing at his muscles and fascia. The resulting pain was not something an ordinary person could easily endure.
Zhao Wuji let out a blood-curdling scream and grew even more furious. His Gravity Enhancement and Gravity Compression soul skills were unleashed upon Tang San.
Tang San felt a terrifying pressure squeezing his body, rendering him completely immobile. Even his internal organs were being crushed by the terrifying force, and he began to sustain injuries.
The pain tearing through Zhao Wuji was excruciating; some of the balled-up Dragon Whisker Needles had already penetrated his internal organs.
In his fury, he had begun to lose his reason.
With Tang San unable to move, his second soul skill, the Great Strength Vajra Palm, continued on its path toward him.
Tang San remained calm. With a twitch of his chest muscles, sixty-four steel needles coated in deadly poison shot out from his chest, all of them sinking into Zhao Wuji’s body.
This was his hidden weapon, the Concealed Sand Projectile.
The steel needles were coated with the deadly poison of a Mandala Snake, which took effect quickly. Zhao Wuji felt his power waning.
His rage only intensified. He had come this far; if he stopped now, he would lose.
After being injured by so many of Tang San’s strange weapons, he couldn't just swallow this humiliation. He had to teach Tang San a lesson and crush his arrogant spirit.
Just as the fan-sized palm was about to strike Tang San, he lowered his head slightly and, with a difficult twitch of his back muscles, an even more powerful, large crossbow bolt shot out from his back.
*Pfft!* This arrow directly pierced through Zhao Wuji’s body, flying out his back and carrying with it a great spray of blood.
“You little bastard!” Zhao Wuji roared, his large hand forcefully swatting Tang San.
Just as his palm struck Tang San, he had already canceled the Gravity Compression acting on him. Otherwise, with Tang San held in place and then struck, his body would have been absolutely smashed into meat paste.
Tang San’s body shot out like a cannonball. While still in mid-air, he had already coughed up a large mouthful of blood, before crashing through a Wooden House and creating a large hole.
Tang San lay on the floor inside the Wooden House, a smile on his face. He had succeeded. As he was sent flying, he had seen that the incense stick had completely burned out.
He had actually lasted against a Soul Saint for the duration of a single stick of incense.
However, the excruciating pain wracking his body was becoming unbearable. When he looked inward to check his condition, he was instantly horrified.
His internal organs had sustained severe trauma and were beginning to hemorrhage badly.
He looked outside and saw Zhao Wuji spitting out mouthfuls of black blood before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
“I actually… defeated a Soul Saint?” Tang San was shocked. A wave of intense dizziness washed over him, and his vision went black as he completely lost consciousness.
(end of chapter)
With that brief pause, the incense stick on the ground had already burned halfway. Zhao Wuji didn't care in the slightest; even if only a tiny bit remained, he was confident he could defeat Tang San instantly.
“Little guy, are you ready?” Zhao Wuji asked.
With the amplified power and speed from Ning Rongrong, Tang San felt better than ever. His ten fingers began to tremble rapidly as he quickly adjusted his state.
He pushed his Mysterious Heaven Skill to its limit, and as he activated his Purple Demon Eye, his eyes turned completely purple.
The aura emanating from Tang San wasn't particularly strong, but it gave Zhao Wuji a slight shock. He could actually feel a sliver of danger coming from Tang San.
How was this possible? He was a Soul Saint, while Tang San was still just a Great Soul Master. How could Tang San possibly make him feel threatened?
Although shocked, Zhao Wuji never doubted his own instincts.
Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes glinting with purple light as his entire disposition changed in an instant.
If one had to use a single phrase to describe him now, it would be "unstoppably forging ahead." Even though he was facing a Soul Saint more than forty Levels higher than him, he showed not the slightest hint of fear.
“Teacher Zhao, be careful,” Tang San warned. His hand swept across his belt, and with a powerful flick, ten faint, cold glints flashed through the air and vanished.
So fast! Zhao Wuji was startled, and he instantly released his Martial Soul.
He was originally less than 1.7 meters tall, but after his Martial Soul Possession, his body rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, he had become a giant over 2.5 meters tall, his already prominent muscles becoming even more exaggerated.
What Tang San had launched were ten Bone Piercing Needles. Combined with the internal energy of his Mysterious Heaven Skill and his enhanced physical strength, their power was already terrifying.
The piercing sound of them cutting through the air forced Zhao Wuji to face them seriously.
He let out a low roar and directly activated his strongest defensive soul skill, the Immovable Wisdom King Body. A brilliant golden light erupted from him, capable of repelling any attack within a three-meter radius.
Tang San’s ten Bone Piercing Needles were aimed at ten of Zhao Wuji’s vital points. But when they struck the Immovable Wisdom King Body, they were all deflected, failing to cause any harm to Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji laughed heartily. “Flashy tricks, not nearly enough to make a difference.”
Tang San’s expression was extremely calm. His hands continuously swept over his waist before flicking forward, launching a constant stream of various hidden weapons.
Willow Leaf Blades, Flying Locust Stones, Bone Piercing Needles, Money Darts... Tang San's stock of hidden weapons was being rapidly depleted.
Zhao Wuji could no longer laugh. The attack angles of Tang San’s hidden weapons were simply too tricky, their quantity was immense, and the power with which they were launched was not insignificant.
Zhao Wuji knew that if he hadn't activated his Immovable Wisdom King Body, his body would have long been riddled by these dense and bizarre hidden weapons.
He was already thoroughly shocked. The combat prowess this kid was displaying was simply not something a Great Soul Master should possess.
Zhao Wuji was certain that even a Soul Elder or perhaps even a Soul Ancestor would be defeated by such a dense and powerful assault.
He glanced at the incense stick; not much of it was left.
“Good kid, I underestimated you. It’s time to end this,” Zhao Wuji shouted as his fourth soul ring lit up.
This soul skill of his was called Positioning Tracking. Upon activation, the fourth soul ring detached from his body, flew over to Tang San, and locked onto him.
Zhao Wuji leaped into the air, hurtling toward Tang San.
To his horror, Tang San discovered that no matter which direction he tried to dodge, Zhao Wuji’s airborne body would shift to follow his movements.
A cold glint flashed in Tang San’s eyes. He stopped moving. Just as Zhao Wuji was about to land in front of him, a dozen thick strands of Blue Silver Grass shot up from the ground, binding themselves firmly around Zhao Wuji’s body and pulling him down.
At the same time, he raised his hands, and six crossbow bolts shot out from his sleeves with a sharp, intense whistle.
“Here comes the good part,” Aotian said with a smile.
Xiao Wu stared at the battlefield with excitement and anticipation, while Zhu Zhuqing was a little confused, not understanding what Aotian meant by "the good part."
When the six crossbow bolts came within three meters of Zhao Wuji, his expression changed, because his Immovable Wisdom King Body had been broken.
Six arrows shot toward the vital points on his body. *Pfft, pfft, pfft…* The arrows pierced into Zhao Wuji’s flesh, leaving only a small portion exposed.
Seeing this, Tang San was pleasantly surprised. Just as he was hesitating on whether to stop his attack, Zhao Wuji roared, and the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him was shattered to pieces.
A formidable aura erupted from Zhao Wuji as he bellowed, “You little brat, you take me for a sick cat just because I don't show my claws?”
His second soul ring lit up. He activated his Great Strength Vajra Palm soul skill, and his palm instantly swelled to the size of a cattail fan as he swung it toward Tang San.
Tang San’s expression changed drastically. As he retreated rapidly, a dozen faint golden glints shot out from his fingernails, striking parts of Zhao Wuji's body that weren't vital points.
If Zhao Wuji hadn't seen that faint golden glint, he would never have noticed these hidden weapons that were as fine as a strand of hair.
A dozen Dragon Whisker Needles shot into Zhao Wuji’s body, penetrating deep inside, where they immediately contracted into tight balls, tearing at his muscles and fascia. The resulting pain was not something an ordinary person could easily endure.
Zhao Wuji let out a blood-curdling scream and grew even more furious. His Gravity Enhancement and Gravity Compression soul skills were unleashed upon Tang San.
Tang San felt a terrifying pressure squeezing his body, rendering him completely immobile. Even his internal organs were being crushed by the terrifying force, and he began to sustain injuries.
The pain tearing through Zhao Wuji was excruciating; some of the balled-up Dragon Whisker Needles had already penetrated his internal organs.
In his fury, he had begun to lose his reason.
With Tang San unable to move, his second soul skill, the Great Strength Vajra Palm, continued on its path toward him.
Tang San remained calm. With a twitch of his chest muscles, sixty-four steel needles coated in deadly poison shot out from his chest, all of them sinking into Zhao Wuji’s body.
This was his hidden weapon, the Concealed Sand Projectile.
The steel needles were coated with the deadly poison of a Mandala Snake, which took effect quickly. Zhao Wuji felt his power waning.
His rage only intensified. He had come this far; if he stopped now, he would lose.
After being injured by so many of Tang San’s strange weapons, he couldn't just swallow this humiliation. He had to teach Tang San a lesson and crush his arrogant spirit.
Just as the fan-sized palm was about to strike Tang San, he lowered his head slightly and, with a difficult twitch of his back muscles, an even more powerful, large crossbow bolt shot out from his back.
*Pfft!* This arrow directly pierced through Zhao Wuji’s body, flying out his back and carrying with it a great spray of blood.
“You little bastard!” Zhao Wuji roared, his large hand forcefully swatting Tang San.
Just as his palm struck Tang San, he had already canceled the Gravity Compression acting on him. Otherwise, with Tang San held in place and then struck, his body would have been absolutely smashed into meat paste.
Tang San’s body shot out like a cannonball. While still in mid-air, he had already coughed up a large mouthful of blood, before crashing through a Wooden House and creating a large hole.
Tang San lay on the floor inside the Wooden House, a smile on his face. He had succeeded. As he was sent flying, he had seen that the incense stick had completely burned out.
He had actually lasted against a Soul Saint for the duration of a single stick of incense.
However, the excruciating pain wracking his body was becoming unbearable. When he looked inward to check his condition, he was instantly horrified.
His internal organs had sustained severe trauma and were beginning to hemorrhage badly.
He looked outside and saw Zhao Wuji spitting out mouthfuls of black blood before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
“I actually… defeated a Soul Saint?” Tang San was shocked. A wave of intense dizziness washed over him, and his vision went black as he completely lost consciousness.
(end of chapter)
