At that tense, drawn-sword moment, Tang San's voice suddenly rang out from behind Dai Mubai, carrying a hint of unrecognized arrogance:
"Boss Dai, stop wasting words with them. I can use hidden weapons to hold back Xue Tianxing and the others. As long as you can keep the rest occupied, we might not lose."
Dai Mubai shuddered and turned to look at Tang San.
He instantly recalled the entrance test, when Tang San had forced Soul Sage Zhao Wuji to dodge repeatedly with nothing but hidden weapons—though he later learned that Zhao Wuji had clearly gone easy on him, the speed and concealment of those silver needles and poisoned needles had truly been impossible to guard against.
If they could use hidden weapons to severely injure Xue Tianxing, their core, the situation might really turn around.
He took a deep breath, nodded at Tang San, and a trace of resolve flashed through his eyes.
Xue Tianxing took all of this in.
Watching Tang San and Dai Mubai whispering with their heads lowered, he also noticed Tang San quietly reaching his right hand behind his back, seeming to hold something tiny between his fingers. His pupils contracted slightly—was he planning a sneak attack?
The next second, Tang San flicked his wrist sharply, and several flashes of silver shot toward Xue Tianxing and the others like lightning. They were his customary Dragon Beard Needles and Bone-Piercing Nails, their surfaces glimmering with a faint blue light. They had clearly been coated in poison!
"Careful!"
Ning Rongrong cried out, instinctively wanting to release a boost.
But Xue Tianxing moved faster. With a sharp sweep of his left hand, ice-blue Soul Power instantly condensed into an ice shield half a man's height tall. Fine patterns covered its surface, radiating bone-piercing cold.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
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