Suotuo City, hotel.
Tang San's consciousness slowly surfaced, his eyelids heavy as lead.
He frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembling a few times before he finally opened his eyes.
A snow-white ceiling came into view. The glaring light made him squint instinctively, his thoughts still somewhat hazy.
Where was this?
Shouldn't I have been on the Soul Fighting Stage?
The next second, memories surged back like a tide. His eyes widened sharply as he suddenly remembered something.
"Xiao Wu!"
He abruptly sat up, but at that moment, every muscle and bone in his body felt as though it had been pierced by countless steel needles. Intense pain instantly swept through him. He let out a muffled groan, cold sweat beading on his forehead as his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Gah—"
This cry of pain woke Oscar, who had been dozing nearby.
He immediately stood up, his gaze clearing. "Tang San, you're awake? Are you all right?"
Tang San gritted his teeth and slowly shook his head.
He knew this kind of pain all too well. It was the stabbing pain of hidden weapons entering the body.
That bastard Xiao Ze had deflected all of his hidden weapons back into him.
Ignoring his own injuries, he looked urgently at Oscar, his voice hoarse. "Where's Xiao Wu?"
"Xiao Wu still hasn't woken up, but her injuries are lighter than yours. She should wake up soon."
Hearing that, Tang San let out a breath of relief. Enduring the pain, he began circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
As the Mysterious Heaven Skill circulated, it forcefully suppressed the pain in his body. He then guided the delicate force of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon through his meridians.
His fingertips pressed back and forth across his body, and the hidden weapons remaining inside him were all drawn out by