Tang San pushed the Purple Demon Eye to its limit, and the purple light contained within his pupils faintly seemed on the verge of penetrating out through his body.
In this high-speed world where all things had fallen into a state of stillness, Tang San's eyes were exceptionally lively, as if they had taken everything in.
And the eight sharp, precise counterattacks Tang San unleashed further proved that point.
This discovery left Lin Meng deeply alarmed.
After all, most people, let alone attack, would not even have time to defend.
Yet Tang San had turned Lin Meng's advantage of speed into his own advantage, making Lin Meng crash into the attack Tang San had set up.
And that first Blue Silver Grass restraint had been to buy him that instant of preparation time.
The thrusting speed of the Eight Spider Lances, combined with Lin Meng's own forward speed, further closed the distance between the two.
A sharp gleam flashed through Tang San's purple eyes. Before he stepped onto the stage—or rather, from the very first match—he had already been devising tactics to deal with Lin Meng.
Lin Meng's speed was indeed very fast. If it were any other Control System Soul Master, they might have been defeated before they could even react, but before his Purple Demon Eye, which was about to break through to the third level, it was not a speed that could not be captured.
After all, the Tang Sect was famous for Hidden Weapons, and using strange, concealed, and swift Hidden Weapons required exceptionally strong eyesight.
As one of the best among them, Tang San had long since adapted to attacks of this speed.
Using this advantage, he had carefully designed this "trap," waiting for Lin Meng to fall into it himself.
Moreover, in order to