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Chapter 62
Chapter 62: Deciding the Victor
The Bone-Penetrating Needle was meticulously forged by Tang San during his vacation, precisely for this day. Should he still be unable to break Aotian's defense, he would use this Bone-Penetrating Needle.
The Bone-Penetrating Needle could penetrate external hard cultivation techniques and also break through internal protective qi, making it one of the most commonly used hidden weapons for breaking defenses. It didn't require a mechanism to launch, only the hidden weapon techniques of the Tang Sect.
There was actually another type of defense-breaking hidden weapon launched by hand, with even more terrifying power, called the Dragon Beard Needle. However, the materials required for it were too rare, making it impossible for Tang San to manufacture at present.
Just as Tang San took out the four steel needles, Grandmaster was jolted awake from the shock Aotian had given him. His expression changed, but before he could utter a word to stop him, Tang San flicked his wrist, and the four steel needles had already been launched.
Although this battle concerned his reputation and whether he could take Aotian as a disciple, this was still just a fight between two seven-year-old children. If Tang San used that kind of weapon, what if a casualty occurred?
He could only pray now that Tang San's weapon would fail to hit Aotian.
These four steel needles were also launched using the Parting Swallows technique, but the targets had changed. Instead of targeting Aotian's acupoints, they aimed for his limbs.
Tang San's idea was simple: as long as Aotian's hands and feet were injured, his combat power would inevitably be impaired. Even if the two later engaged in close-quarters combat, Tang San was completely confident he could defeat Aotian.
At the beginning of the battle, Tang San was very confident, but it wasn't until he saw Aotian easily shatter his Blue Silver Grass that he realized something was wrong.
This scene was similar to their last fight, and coupled with the fact that even pebbles couldn't make Aotian temporarily lose his combat ability, he reluctantly took out his trump card, the Bone-Penetrating Needle.
Now, he had poured out all his strength. The Bone-Penetrating Needles, launched by mobilizing all the power and soul power in his body, should be able to pierce Aotian's defense. If things went well, they would completely penetrate Aotian's limbs and exit from the other side.
In that case, Aotian's combat power would inevitably be reduced by more than half.
Although being pierced by the Bone-Penetrating Needle was painful, such injuries were still easy for a healing-type soul master to treat, which was why Tang San felt so confident using the Bone-Penetrating Needle.
Tang San, at this moment, was as shocked as Grandmaster. Aotian clearly hadn't cultivated, so why was his defense still so strong?
Just as Tang San was full of anticipation, the four Bone-Penetrating Needles finally struck Aotian.
Aotian still didn't dodge. Two of the four Bone-Penetrating Needles aimed for his thighs, and two for his arms.
Clink, clink, clink, clink!
Four sounds of metal colliding rang out. The four Bone-Penetrating Needles fell to the ground, their slender tips completely bent.
"How is that possible?" Tang San cried out in his heart. He couldn't believe that even the Bone-Penetrating Needle couldn't break through Aotian's defense.
Just how strong was Aotian's defense? Tang San was utterly bewildered.
This was already his strongest technique. After all, he specialized in hidden weapons, not close-quarters physical combat.
Generally speaking, those with strong physical defense also possessed terrifying power. Tang San dared not imagine what level Aotian's power had reached.
If Aotian got close, the outcome would surely be the same as last time, Tang San thought sorrowfully.
But he quickly snapped out of it, as he noticed Aotian was already charging over at an extremely high speed.
"Tang San, if you have no other moves, then today's battle should end," Aotian said.
Tang San's expression subtly changed. Blue Silver Grass surged forth again, coiling around Aotian's legs to obstruct his advance.
Meanwhile, he activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, quickly widening the distance.
"These little grasses are useless against me," Aotian laughed loudly. The Blue Silver Grass coiled around his feet was easily torn apart, and the subsequent strands that surged forth could no longer entangle his body.
"How can it be? How can it be?" Grandmaster muttered distractedly, utterly stunned by Aotian's various displays.
His defense, power, and speed were all incredibly strong. He quickly calculated in his mind: to so easily shatter and tear apart Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, one would need at least the strength of a high-level Great Soul Master.
But Aotian was clearly only seven years old!
How could he be a Great Soul Master already approaching rank thirty?
Moreover, Aotian had never cultivated, which left Grandmaster completely bewildered. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
Tang San activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his Purple Demon Eye already in operation. Under the observation of the Purple Demon Eye, Aotian's speed seemed to slow down, and Tang San clearly captured his every move.
Tang San tried his best to dodge, avoiding close quarters with Aotian. He was truly terrified of Aotian's formidable close-combat ability.
Recalling their last battle, once Aotian got close, all he could do was take a beating.
He still refused to believe that Aotian's cultivation level had surpassed his own, hoping to exhaust Aotian with his rank sixteen soul power.
As soon as Aotian's stamina began to decline, that would be the perfect opportunity for Tang San to counterattack.
But he had still underestimated Aotian's speed. Although his cultivation had reached rank sixteen, and his speed was faster than before with the boost from his soul power, it still couldn't compare to Aotian's.
Aotian only used a trace of his power, but his charge was already ferocious and his speed was incredibly fast. No matter how exquisite Tang San's footwork was, it appeared clumsy in Aotian's eyes. Within a few breaths, he had already closed in on Tang San.
The close-quarters physical combat finally began. Tang San employed some of the fighting techniques he had learned, including his most proficient, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon. However, his Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon was completely ineffective when facing Aotian.
Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon was merely a telekinetic retrieval technique. How could it truly control a real dragon?
Muffled groans continuously sounded; these were the noises Tang San made as he was getting beaten. His face burned, and he felt an extreme sense of humiliation in his heart.
To be beaten so severely by Aotian in front of his teacher, so many classmates, and that girl, was something he found hard to accept.
To be repeatedly beaten like this by a seven-year-old child—even with Tang San's soul being that of an adult—was enough to drive him insane.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was the most suitable movement technique for close-quarters combat, but at this moment, it was completely useless. No matter how exquisite Tang San's footwork was, he couldn't dodge Aotian's fists that seemed to have eyes of their own.
A few minutes later, Aotian stopped.
"Tang San, fighting me comes with a price. If you want to challenge me again in the future, you'd better think carefully," Aotian said.
Tang San sat on the ground, panting heavily, his face covered in bruises. His soul power was completely depleted.
His face was flushed red, filled with frustration.
How could he not feel frustrated after being defeated multiple times by a child? Anyone else would find it unbearable.
"Alas, Xiaogang, we've both misjudged," the Dean said.
Grandmaster came to his senses and hurried over to Tang San. He helped him up and asked with concern, "Xiao San, are you alright?"
Tang San shook his head and said, "They're all just superficial injuries. Aotian held back."
Although he said that, he felt incredibly upset inside. As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face, yet Aotian had almost exclusively targeted his face.
Fearing that Tang San might become despondent because of this battle, Grandmaster quickly comforted him, "A single failure is nothing. You still have vast room for improvement, and... other trump cards. As long as you continue to work hard, it's not impossible to surpass Aotian in the future."
Tang San nodded, quickly suppressing the negative emotions in his heart. He wouldn't be easily defeated by such a minor setback.
He still possessed even more terrifying Tang Sect hidden weapons: the Torrential Rain Pear Blossom Needle, King Yama's Invitation, the Peacock Plume, the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus...
He believed that as long as he could forge these hidden weapons, defeating Aotian would not be difficult.
Furthermore, he had another martial soul, a martial soul that even his teacher said was very powerful.
Aotian smiled, looking at Grandmaster, and said, "Grandmaster, the victor has been decided. A bet is a bet."
(end of chapter)
The Bone-Penetrating Needle was meticulously forged by Tang San during his vacation, precisely for this day. Should he still be unable to break Aotian's defense, he would use this Bone-Penetrating Needle.
The Bone-Penetrating Needle could penetrate external hard cultivation techniques and also break through internal protective qi, making it one of the most commonly used hidden weapons for breaking defenses. It didn't require a mechanism to launch, only the hidden weapon techniques of the Tang Sect.
There was actually another type of defense-breaking hidden weapon launched by hand, with even more terrifying power, called the Dragon Beard Needle. However, the materials required for it were too rare, making it impossible for Tang San to manufacture at present.
Just as Tang San took out the four steel needles, Grandmaster was jolted awake from the shock Aotian had given him. His expression changed, but before he could utter a word to stop him, Tang San flicked his wrist, and the four steel needles had already been launched.
Although this battle concerned his reputation and whether he could take Aotian as a disciple, this was still just a fight between two seven-year-old children. If Tang San used that kind of weapon, what if a casualty occurred?
He could only pray now that Tang San's weapon would fail to hit Aotian.
These four steel needles were also launched using the Parting Swallows technique, but the targets had changed. Instead of targeting Aotian's acupoints, they aimed for his limbs.
Tang San's idea was simple: as long as Aotian's hands and feet were injured, his combat power would inevitably be impaired. Even if the two later engaged in close-quarters combat, Tang San was completely confident he could defeat Aotian.
At the beginning of the battle, Tang San was very confident, but it wasn't until he saw Aotian easily shatter his Blue Silver Grass that he realized something was wrong.
This scene was similar to their last fight, and coupled with the fact that even pebbles couldn't make Aotian temporarily lose his combat ability, he reluctantly took out his trump card, the Bone-Penetrating Needle.
Now, he had poured out all his strength. The Bone-Penetrating Needles, launched by mobilizing all the power and soul power in his body, should be able to pierce Aotian's defense. If things went well, they would completely penetrate Aotian's limbs and exit from the other side.
In that case, Aotian's combat power would inevitably be reduced by more than half.
Although being pierced by the Bone-Penetrating Needle was painful, such injuries were still easy for a healing-type soul master to treat, which was why Tang San felt so confident using the Bone-Penetrating Needle.
Tang San, at this moment, was as shocked as Grandmaster. Aotian clearly hadn't cultivated, so why was his defense still so strong?
Just as Tang San was full of anticipation, the four Bone-Penetrating Needles finally struck Aotian.
Aotian still didn't dodge. Two of the four Bone-Penetrating Needles aimed for his thighs, and two for his arms.
Clink, clink, clink, clink!
Four sounds of metal colliding rang out. The four Bone-Penetrating Needles fell to the ground, their slender tips completely bent.
"How is that possible?" Tang San cried out in his heart. He couldn't believe that even the Bone-Penetrating Needle couldn't break through Aotian's defense.
Just how strong was Aotian's defense? Tang San was utterly bewildered.
This was already his strongest technique. After all, he specialized in hidden weapons, not close-quarters physical combat.
Generally speaking, those with strong physical defense also possessed terrifying power. Tang San dared not imagine what level Aotian's power had reached.
If Aotian got close, the outcome would surely be the same as last time, Tang San thought sorrowfully.
But he quickly snapped out of it, as he noticed Aotian was already charging over at an extremely high speed.
"Tang San, if you have no other moves, then today's battle should end," Aotian said.
Tang San's expression subtly changed. Blue Silver Grass surged forth again, coiling around Aotian's legs to obstruct his advance.
Meanwhile, he activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, quickly widening the distance.
"These little grasses are useless against me," Aotian laughed loudly. The Blue Silver Grass coiled around his feet was easily torn apart, and the subsequent strands that surged forth could no longer entangle his body.
"How can it be? How can it be?" Grandmaster muttered distractedly, utterly stunned by Aotian's various displays.
His defense, power, and speed were all incredibly strong. He quickly calculated in his mind: to so easily shatter and tear apart Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, one would need at least the strength of a high-level Great Soul Master.
But Aotian was clearly only seven years old!
How could he be a Great Soul Master already approaching rank thirty?
Moreover, Aotian had never cultivated, which left Grandmaster completely bewildered. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
Tang San activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his Purple Demon Eye already in operation. Under the observation of the Purple Demon Eye, Aotian's speed seemed to slow down, and Tang San clearly captured his every move.
Tang San tried his best to dodge, avoiding close quarters with Aotian. He was truly terrified of Aotian's formidable close-combat ability.
Recalling their last battle, once Aotian got close, all he could do was take a beating.
He still refused to believe that Aotian's cultivation level had surpassed his own, hoping to exhaust Aotian with his rank sixteen soul power.
As soon as Aotian's stamina began to decline, that would be the perfect opportunity for Tang San to counterattack.
But he had still underestimated Aotian's speed. Although his cultivation had reached rank sixteen, and his speed was faster than before with the boost from his soul power, it still couldn't compare to Aotian's.
Aotian only used a trace of his power, but his charge was already ferocious and his speed was incredibly fast. No matter how exquisite Tang San's footwork was, it appeared clumsy in Aotian's eyes. Within a few breaths, he had already closed in on Tang San.
The close-quarters physical combat finally began. Tang San employed some of the fighting techniques he had learned, including his most proficient, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon. However, his Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon was completely ineffective when facing Aotian.
Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon was merely a telekinetic retrieval technique. How could it truly control a real dragon?
Muffled groans continuously sounded; these were the noises Tang San made as he was getting beaten. His face burned, and he felt an extreme sense of humiliation in his heart.
To be beaten so severely by Aotian in front of his teacher, so many classmates, and that girl, was something he found hard to accept.
To be repeatedly beaten like this by a seven-year-old child—even with Tang San's soul being that of an adult—was enough to drive him insane.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was the most suitable movement technique for close-quarters combat, but at this moment, it was completely useless. No matter how exquisite Tang San's footwork was, he couldn't dodge Aotian's fists that seemed to have eyes of their own.
A few minutes later, Aotian stopped.
"Tang San, fighting me comes with a price. If you want to challenge me again in the future, you'd better think carefully," Aotian said.
Tang San sat on the ground, panting heavily, his face covered in bruises. His soul power was completely depleted.
His face was flushed red, filled with frustration.
How could he not feel frustrated after being defeated multiple times by a child? Anyone else would find it unbearable.
"Alas, Xiaogang, we've both misjudged," the Dean said.
Grandmaster came to his senses and hurried over to Tang San. He helped him up and asked with concern, "Xiao San, are you alright?"
Tang San shook his head and said, "They're all just superficial injuries. Aotian held back."
Although he said that, he felt incredibly upset inside. As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face, yet Aotian had almost exclusively targeted his face.
Fearing that Tang San might become despondent because of this battle, Grandmaster quickly comforted him, "A single failure is nothing. You still have vast room for improvement, and... other trump cards. As long as you continue to work hard, it's not impossible to surpass Aotian in the future."
Tang San nodded, quickly suppressing the negative emotions in his heart. He wouldn't be easily defeated by such a minor setback.
He still possessed even more terrifying Tang Sect hidden weapons: the Torrential Rain Pear Blossom Needle, King Yama's Invitation, the Peacock Plume, the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus...
He believed that as long as he could forge these hidden weapons, defeating Aotian would not be difficult.
Furthermore, he had another martial soul, a martial soul that even his teacher said was very powerful.
Aotian smiled, looking at Grandmaster, and said, "Grandmaster, the victor has been decided. A bet is a bet."
(end of chapter)
