The battlefield shifted. Too lazy to run back, Ye Weiming pulled the BOSS over to his side to fight. Bai Zhanji could only follow, while Tang Sancai ran to a large tree he could use for cover at any moment and continued firing hidden weapons at Lin Zhipei with "pew pew pew" sounds.
Brother Sancai truly deserved his reputation as one of the Tang Clan's top players. His sense of timing was impeccable. After obtaining the poisonous hidden weapons, he did not impatiently throw them out to test their effects. Instead, he maintained his original rhythm, steadily dealing damage with ordinary hidden weapons.
After all, Lin Zhipei was no fool. Ye Weiming and the others had conducted their transaction right under his nose. Though he did not know the details, he could surely guess that something was going on.
At first, he adopted a strategy of absolute defense against Tang Sancai's hidden weapons. No matter how brilliant this Tang Clan senior disciple's Hidden Weapon Technique was, not a single weapon managed to break through his protective true qi.
However, this caused his internal energy to drain far too quickly. At this rate, his internal energy would certainly be exhausted before Ye Weiming's and Tang Sancai's. By then, he would definitely be no match for the three of them.
That was why he had previously chosen the blood-selling tactic.
When there was an overwhelming gap in strength, strength itself was tactics. But when both sides were evenly matched, tactics were strength!
After holding on for a while, Lin Zhipei finally realized that this could not continue. He could only abandon his strategy of using internal energy to resist every hidden weapon and once again began selectively taking hits. At that moment, Tang Sancai decisively mixed a Mosquito Stinger Needle among his