When she had sparred with Tang San earlier, the two of them had quickly entered a contest of Soul Power, so Meng Yiran had not used her Soul Piercing Blades. Meng Shu did not believe that Tang San, who had only just acquired this type of throwing weapon, could use them better than his granddaughter.
Meng Yiran nodded to her grandfather. "Grandfather. Let's begin."
Meng Shu asked Tang San, "Are you ready?"
Tang San nodded. Did he need to prepare for a contest of hidden weapons? Of course, given his personality, he would naturally never say such words aloud.
Meng Yiran swiftly fastened the cloth pouch in her hand to her clothes at her waist. The back of the pouch had a fastening strip that could stick to clothing of any material, making it convenient to use. As she secured her pouch, she deliberately glanced at Tang San. She saw him holding his pouch in one hand as though he were dazed. No matter how she looked at him, he did not seem like someone who knew how to use throwing weapons. Seeing this, Meng Yiran could not help feeling a little smug.
Dragon Duke Meng Shu made his move. He did not move from where he stood, merely flicking his hand and throwing out the four-meter-long Dragon Head Crutch he held.
A resounding dragon's roar came from the head of the crutch. The silver crutch seemed to come alive as a silver dragon, shooting toward a large tree twenty meters away.
With a muffled bang, Meng Shu's strength was applied with perfect precision. He fully unleashed the force of the impact without damaging the tree itself, and leaves fell like rain.
Meng Yiran gave a sharp cry and moved both hands at once. Streaks of cold light flew rapidly