Chapter 15: No End

Willow-leaf blades, locust stones, gold coins, and bone-piercing nails—various Hidden Weapons bloomed in Tang San's technique of scattering flowers across the sky; some flew straight, some diagonally, some circled behind, yet their sole target remained one: Zhao Wuji's body.

"His Hidden Weapon technique is indeed clever."

Zhou Yu silently observed Tang San's attack methods; although currently, the destructive power of these Hidden Weapons fell far short of his Desert Eagle.

Yet, in terms of flexibility, a pistol's attack path is only a straight line, far inferior to Hidden Weapons.

Coupled with his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track footwork, hitting the target was indeed no easy feat.

Zhao Wuji clearly felt the extreme penetrative power of these Hidden Weapons; if he did not fully activate his Immovable Bright King Body, his body would surely not withstand it.

"However, compared to that brat's Desert Eagle, this level of destructive power is still insufficient to break through my Immovable Bright King Body."

Having gauged the destructive power of Tang San's Hidden Weapons, Zhao Wuji, his entire body shimmering with the golden light of the Immovable Bright King Body, charged forward in long strides.

Relying on Blue Silver Grass and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Zhao Wuji could never catch up to him; his Great Golden Buddha Palm strikes several times missed the air.

At this moment, the eyes of the few onlookers around them went straight.

Whether Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, or Dai Mubai.

In their hearts, they could not help but feel a chill; if they were Zhao Wuji, they would likely have been struck long ago.

Tang San's Hidden Weapons were bizarre and varied, and their flight paths were extremely strange; to dodge them was truly too difficult.

Zhao Wuji suddenly stopped, laughing and cursing, "Good little monkey, you run quite smoothly."

"You want to drag this out until time runs out? It won't be that easy!"

"Third Spirit Ring skill: Gravity Enhancement."

Zhao Wuji's third Spirit Ring, a purple millennium Spirit Ring, suddenly expanded, floated downward, and surged directly into the ground.

Tang San felt his feet as if sinking into a swamp; his body grew heavy, as if its weight had instantly doubled.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the burning incense stick, which had already burned to nearly the halfway mark.

He could not help but grow anxious; a mighty Immovable Bright King, dealing with a mere twelve-year-old child so laboriously, if heard by other teachers, would he not become the butt of others' jokes? Yet, he could not act on impulse; if the four youths failed the assessment, the Academy's loss would be great.

Thinking thus, Zhao Wuji's fourth Spirit Ring lit up.

Purple light shimmered; surprisingly, his fourth Spirit Ring actually flew out.

The Spirit Ring, as if it had grown eyes, chased Tang San's body and directly encircled him.

This was Zhao Wuji's fourth Spirit Ring skill: Position Tracking.

Once locked onto it, within a hundred meters, he could instantly close the distance by virtue of his jumping power.

Tang San's heart chilled; he could not help but exclaim, "What is this?"

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, "Brat, forcing me to use four Spirit Rings means you have already been admitted. It is time to end this..."

Tang San knew deeply that this was the opponent's final move.

Although Zhao Wuji announced they had passed the assessment, his true strength had not yet been fully displayed.

Tang San's eyes flashed with cold light: "It seems my plan must be advanced."

Seeing Zhao Wuji descend toward him, he immediately activated his second Spirit Ring skill: Parasite.

This way, Zhao Wuji would be unable to launch an attack against him immediately upon landing.

Tang San raised both hands simultaneously; only the sound of "zheng zheng" rang out, and six streaks of cold light erupted from his sleeves. Powerful crossbow bolts, carrying a piercing sound of tearing the air, shot straight for Zhao Wuji's face.

"Silent Sleeve Arrow!"

At this moment, Zhou Yu witnessed the Silent Sleeve Arrow with his own eyes, and instantly, grief and indignation filled his heart.

His father, and Si Si, had both died under this set of Hidden Weapons.

Zhou Yu clenched both fists tightly, his knuckles cracking with a "ge ge" sound; in his heart, he shouted silently, "Tang San, I will make you unable to seek life and unable to seek death!"

Zhao Wuji possessed formidable defense, but these sudden, powerful crossbow bolts still startled him; the Immovable Bright King Body activated instantly.

With a loud "bang," amidst the spreading golden light, he not only broke free from the bonds of Blue Silver Grass but also blasted away the six crossbow bolts aimed at him.

"Brat, it's over!"

Zhao Wuji struck out with a palm; just as it was about to hit Tang San's face, it stopped.

However, Tang San drew both arms inward, his pectoral muscles rippling; a buzzing sound immediately rose from his chest. A cluster of gleaming steel needles, accompanied by a thick mist, erupted from Tang San's chest position, meeting Zhao Wuji as he lunged forward.

The mist carried poison, causing Zhao Wuji's mind to spin with dizziness; naturally, the defensive power of the Immovable Bright King Body declined.

Just at this moment, Zhao Wuji clearly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He lowered his head to look and was horrified to discover that the cluster of steel needles shot from Tang San's chest had actually penetrated the defense of the Immovable Bright King Body, all piercing into his chest.

The paralyzing, excruciating pain instantly traveled through his nerves, entering Zhao Wuji's brain.

"It's poisoned!"

Zhao Wuji was greatly startled and hurriedly activated the Immovable Bright King Body again, forcibly shaking the steel needles out of his body.

Unfortunately, the poison had already entered his body under the dual effects of breathing and blood flow.

The Tang Sect was not only about Hidden Weapons; the Tang Sect's poison was equally unparalleled.

Zhao Wuji felt excruciating pain simultaneously in several places on his body; even with the strength of his nerves, he could not help but draw in a sharp breath of cold air, his entire body convulsing from the pain.

"You..."

Zhao Wuji was enraged; he had held back, yet the opponent dealt a killing blow.

A low roar issued from his mouth; his fifth Spirit Ring, a Spirit Ring shimmering with deep black, suddenly lit up.

The intense roar caused the entire Shrek Academy to tremble.

Tang San felt immense pressure coming from all directions; his body, uncontrollable, rushed toward Zhao Wuji.

The surrounding pressure seemed as if it would crush his body; this force was already beyond what he could resist.

This was Zhao Wuji's Great Golden Bear martial soul's fifth soul skill: Gravity Compression.

Did Tang San yield like this? Of course not.

He suddenly lowered his head; accompanied by a crisp "ge beng" sound, a crossbow bolt seven inches long suddenly shot from his back, aiming straight for Zhao Wuji's roaring open mouth.

Even while already controlled by his opponent, he could still maintain such precision, leaving even himself in awe.

At the same time, Tang San clapped his feet together, blades about three inches long extending from his toes. One foot flew up to kick at Zhao Wuji's throat, while the other silently struck at the vital point below.

Under such a disadvantageous situation, his ability to launch such an attack reaction was absolutely terrifying.

In this critical moment, Zhao Wuji displayed the formidable combat experience of a Soul Saint. Remaining calm in the face of danger, he snapped his teeth shut, catching the crossbow bolt squarely in his mouth.

However, his teeth were shaken loose by the impact, and a sweet fragrance from the bolt spread into his mouth, instantly causing a wave of dizziness in his mind.

"Pah."

Zhao Wuji spat out the crossbow bolt, simultaneously blocking with both hands to deflect Tang San's dual-foot attack.

He roared, "Are you a hedgehog?"

Because he had ingested some Manthora Snake poison, his tongue was slightly numb, making his speech somewhat slurred.

Zhao Wuji had no desire to continue this meaningless fight.

Unfortunately, Tang San still refused to give up.

At some unknown moment, a hammer suddenly appeared in his left hand, a small, pitch-black hammer.

After Zhao Wuji blocked his legs, Tang San swung the hammer in his left hand straight at Zhao Wuji's face.

"Clear Sky Hammer!"

Zhou Yu finally witnessed the legendary Clear Sky Hammer. He never expected that, for the sake of victory in a mere duel, Tang San would unleash his second martial soul.

"Kid, is this never going to end?"

Enraged to the extreme, Zhao Wuji decided to teach this young man in front of him a lesson.

He raised his right hand to block above his face while his left palm struck at Tang San's chest.

Of course, he did not put much force into this palm strike. Having suffered such a great loss himself, he felt truly uncomfortable in his heart if he did not take a small revenge.

As he launched the palm strike, he had already retracted the soul skill Gravity Squeeze from his ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring; otherwise, Tang San would have been crushed to death directly by that soul skill.

(End of this chapter)