"Teacher Zhao, it won't be that easy to catch me." Tang San looked calm. Now that he was the only one left on the team, he had become even more composed.
In a head-on fight, I'm no match for you. But if it's just stalling for time, Tang San felt he could still hold out for a while.
The Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was no empty boast.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was not a footwork technique focused on speed. Its strength lay in evasion, making one's movements impossible to predict.
You could tell from the name alone—ghost shadow and perplexing track both referred to shifting one's form and positioning.
Unless Zhao Wuji could use his Third Spirit Ability to pin Tang San flat and leave him unable to move, Tang San believed he still had some ability to struggle.
"Oh? Then let's see just how difficult it is." Zhao Wuji smiled carelessly and charged straight at Tang San in great strides.
"Second Spirit Ability, Great Strength Vajra Palm."
Once he drew close, Zhao Wuji's second spirit ring glowed faintly. Soul Power instantly gathered in his palm, forming a fan-sized energy handprint that slammed toward Tang San's chest.
There was not the slightest hint of panic in Tang San's eyes. He remained utterly calm. The instant Zhao Wuji raised his hand, he had already prepared his response.
As Zhao Wuji's attack came down, Tang San shifted his footing and rapidly retreated. At the same time, the first yellow hundred-year spirit ring on his body flashed, and several thick Blue Silver Grass vines silently spread around Zhao Wuji, blocking the path ahead of him.
Though this Blue Silver Grass could not stop Zhao Wuji and would snap apart with a single struggle, it could still delay him for a moment.