Seeing Through the Hidden Weapons!

Soon, just as Tang San had expected, an opportunity appeared!

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye lit up in an instant, its violet radiance like the brightest star in the night sky.

The Blue Silver Grass sprouting from the nearby clearing also began to sway, as if answering Tang San's summons.

Every movement of the Blue Silver Grass was like the prelude to battle, filled with tension and anticipation.

Tang San suddenly pushed off the ground, cracking the earth beneath him and sending dust flying. His small figure shot toward Blade like an arrow released from a bowstring.

With a light wave of his right hand, the Blue Silver Grass flashed with blue fluorescence and seemed to come alive, rapidly spreading beneath Blade's feet.

Its tiny stalks tightly wrapped around Blade's feet, forming what seemed like a fragile restraint.

Tang San knew full well that Blade only needed to move slightly to break free from the Blue Silver Grass, but all he needed was that brief instant of hesitation.

As an assassin, Tang San deeply understood the importance of that instant. It was the key to determining victory or defeat!

Once the Blue Silver Grass had served its purpose, Tang San immediately clenched his right hand into a fist and assumed a posture of launching a full-force attack.

He was creating the illusion that he intended to attack with his fist.

In truth, his left hand, hidden behind his back, had already secretly gripped a Tang Sect Hidden Weapon, waiting to fire it once he got close enough!

Tang San's violet eyes stared fixedly into Blade's blood-red ones, his gaze filled with savagery and killing intent.

He intended to use the power of the Purple Demon Eye to make Blade lose focus for that brief instant, creating an opportunity to strike.

This was a contest of both wits and strength. Tang San knew that only by seizing that fleeting chance could he gain the upper hand in this battle.

Yet in Blade's eyes, Tang San's schemes and movements were nothing more than a child's tricks. He had already seen through everything.

As Tang San rushed toward him, Blade merely cast him a cold glance, a mocking smile curling across his lips, as though he were looking at an ignorant fool.

Tang San's heart tightened. The instincts he had developed over years as an assassin instantly told him something was wrong, and cold sweat began to form on his back.

He realized that Blade might have already seen through his plan, but his body had already leaped forward. There was no turning back now; he could only force himself to gamble on it.

Tang San let out a loud shout, his voice ringing out as he tried to disrupt Blade's judgment through sheer intimidation.

"Hah! Take this punch!"

His voice echoed across the open field, filled with power and determination.

Yet Blade appeared utterly unconcerned by the Blue Silver Grass binding his feet. He did not even show any intention of breaking free, merely standing there expressionlessly.

He lightly shifted his body to one side and raised Shizun's Sword in his right hand. The movement was simple and direct as he slashed toward a specific direction.

At the same time, he coldly spat out a few words.

"What a disappointment. Heh heh."

Those words, combined with Blade's unhurried movement, left Tang San instantly shocked.

His punch had already been thrown, its force howling through the air, yet at the final moment, he forcefully pulled it back.

A look of astonishment appeared on Tang San's face. He hurriedly adjusted his posture, exerting even more force to evade Blade's sword.

Stormy Waves erupted in Tang San's heart. Blade's calmness and composure filled him with unprecedented pressure and fear.

Blade's slash was like Death's scythe, cutting straight toward Tang San—and that direction happened to be the left hand Tang San had intended to conceal!

The precision and decisiveness of that strike sent a chill through Tang San's heart. In that instant, he understood that Blade had completely seen through his scheme.

In the flash of lightning and fire, countless thoughts raced through Tang San's mind.

If he insisted on using the hidden weapon, the best possible outcome would be using it to block the Sharp Edge of Shizun's Sword.

But that was almost nothing more than a fantasy.

The worst outcome was that his left hand would be severed directly by that sharp Blade. The agonizing pain and the consequences of becoming crippled made him shudder.

Moreover, he knew clearly that the chance of the worst outcome occurring was extremely high. He did not dare use his own hand to block this sword!

At that life-or-death moment, Tang San's body reacted instinctively.

Blade only felt Tang San's fist sweep past his ear with a rush of wind.

Keeping at least the distance of two shoulders between them, Tang San's body shot like an arrow from a bowstring, rapidly dodging in the direction of the sword's descent.

Of all Tang San's movements, the most obvious was his left hand, which swiftly retracted and avoided Blade's sword edge.

Because Tang San's body was small, he did not have too much difficulty dodging the strike.

But even so, the sword edge still sliced off the corner of his clothes, fragments drifting through the air.

Due to that sudden change in movement, Tang San's body endured tremendous strain after landing. His steps staggered, and he retreated several paces as dust billowed beneath his feet.

Only after retreating several steps did Tang San barely stabilize himself. His face was pale, his heart pounding like a drum. In that instant just now, he had practically walked through the gates of hell.

When Blade saw that his sword had failed to achieve its expected decisive effect.

He merely gave a cold snort. His back appeared exceptionally composed, as though the attack just now had been nothing more than a game.

He did not even turn his head. With his back to Tang San, he spoke in a tone full of mockery and helplessness.

"Looks like the sword still isn't fast enough. Don't you think so, Tang San?"

Those words were like a sharp knife stabbing directly into Tang San's heart.

Tang San's expression instantly became uglier than if his own mother had died. The muscles on his face twisted as he glared at Blade's back through gritted teeth.

The confidence he had only just regained was shattered once more in that instant.

His heart was filled with doubt and shock, because his hidden weapon techniques were secrets of the Tang Sect, passed down to no one. Other than himself, it was impossible for a second person to know them.

Moreover, in this world where Martial Souls were the mainstream, hidden weapons were not a conventional means of combat. By all rights, Blade should not have realized that Tang San would conceal a hidden weapon in his left hand!

But Tang San's instincts told him that Blade had definitely seen through his scheme!

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to attack Tang San's left hand so precisely!

This left Tang San, a Genius of the Tang Sect, utterly shocked.

He could not believe that his secret had been seen through so easily. Only he himself could understand that feeling of shock and disbelief.

"Heh, again!"

There was a trace of resoluteness in Tang San's voice. He knew he had no way out now.

Although Blade had said he would not kill him, the genuine killing intent from just now could not have been faked!

Tang San understood that since the secret of his hidden weapons had already been exposed, he might as well stop concealing them and use them openly.

Since he could no longer catch his opponent off guard, then he would defeat him with the number and density of his hidden weapons!

Tang San had made up his mind. Fighting spirit blazed anew in his eyes. He knew the battle ahead would be a life-or-death struggle, and he had to give it everything he had to find a chance of survival in this duel.

The air was thick with tension. Though the clash between Tang San and Blade had only just begun, it already felt as though it had reached a fever pitch.

Although Blade's sword had failed to injure Tang San, the airflow stirred by its edge still made the corner of Tang San's clothes flutter, as if warning him that danger had never been far away.

A fierce glint flashed through Tang San's eyes. He knew that he had no room left to hold anything back.

His left hand swiftly slipped out from his sleeve, several hidden weapons gleaming with Cold Light beneath the sun.

His fingers moved as nimbly as snakes, pinching each hidden weapon and preparing to fire them at any moment.