Tang San's "Hidden Weapons"? Those are Toys for the Weak

On the ruins at the entrance of Shrek Academy, the atmosphere was bizarre and somewhat comical.

The Immovable Ming King Zhao Wuji, who had been arrogant just moments ago, now stood obediently to the side like a wronged little wife. Dean Flender, with a pained expression, was directing Li Yusong to carefully put away the pile of Deep Sea Silver Diamonds, afraid of losing even one.

And in the center of the ruins, a Grand Tutor Chair had appeared at some unknown time.

Qian Mo sat on it, legs crossed, holding a cup of freshly brewed hot tea. Zhu Zhuqing stood obediently behind him, using her hands, capable of killing, to gently massage his shoulders.

"Continue," Qian Mo blew on the tea foam, not even lifting his eyelids. "Aren't there still people who want to register? Don't let me delay important matters."

Flender's mouth twitched.

Who the hell was the dean here?

But considering the pile of diamonds and those Twelve Red Soul Rings, he endured it.

"Next!" Li Yusong shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice still trembling from the fright.

Tang San took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Although the strength Qian Mo had displayed moments ago filled him with despair, he hadn't given up.

"As long as I pass Teacher Zhao's assessment," Tang San encouraged himself in his heart. "Teacher Zhao Wuji was just injured. Although he's healed, his soul power must be greatly depleted. I have the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, I have Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. As long as I can last for A Stick of Incense, there might still be a Chance."

With this thought, Tang San straightened his back and cupped his hands in greeting towards Zhao Wuji: "Junior Tang San, a twenty-ninth level Soul Grand Master, please guide me, Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Wuji glanced at him, snorting two gusts of air from his nostrils.

Having been thrown around like a sandbag by Qian Mo just now, his reputation as the Immovable Ming King had been utterly ruined. He was already looking for an outlet for his pent-up Evil Fire, and now a seemingly easy target, a "soft persimmon," had arrived.

"Guide me?" Zhao Wuji sneered, cracking his knuckles. "No problem. Since Young Master Qian Mo has set the rules, I can't be too stingy. I won't even use a Soul Skill. As long as you can last under my hands for... three minutes, you win."

Tang San's heart leaped with joy. No Soul Skill? That increased his chances of winning by at least thirty percent!

"Forgive my offense!"

Before his words had even fallen, Tang San exerted force from his feet, his entire body turning into an afterimage as he slid to the side.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track Step!

This peculiar footwork was almost unbeatable in battles of the same level. Tang San was confident he could make this clumsy big bear dizzy.

However.

"Flashy," Zhao Wuji snorted coldly.

He didn't bother to discern which was the real body. He simply raised his palm, like a giant fan, and swept it across the air in front of him.

Whoosh--!

The terrifying palm wind, carrying the pressure of a Soul Saint, pushed forward like a wall.

There were no tricks, just brute force.

"Bang!"

Tang San's proud afterimage shattered instantly. He was swatted away like a fly, rolling seven or eight times on the ground before he could barely stop.

"Cough... cough..." Tang San felt a tightness in his chest, his internal organs shifting.

Is this the physical quality of a Soul Saint? Even without using soul power, a Soul Grand Master couldn't contend with it!

"That's it?" Zhao Wuji twisted his neck, looking disdainful. "Where did that arrogance go? Come again!"

Tang San gritted his teeth and got up, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

A head-on confrontation wouldn't work; he had to win by surprise.

He charged forward again, this time with a few pebbles in his hand, the medium for using Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

But in the face of Zhao Wuji's absolute strength, these small tricks seemed exceptionally weak. In less than a minute, Tang San had been thrown down three times, his face swollen like a steamed bun.

"You forced me..."

The purple in Tang San's eyes intensified, pushed to the brink.

Just as Zhao Wuji lunged again, his arms wide open, exposing his vulnerabilities.

Tang San's hand flashed like lightning across his waist.

Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night, a flash of light.

"Swish, swish, swish--!"

The faint sound of air being pierced was almost imperceptible on the noisy battlefield.

Three Bone Piercing Nails shot straight for Zhao Wuji's eyes.

One Dragon Whisker Needle targeted his groin.

The remaining Willow Leaf Knives blocked his retreat.

This move, Sky Flower Rain, was at a tricky angle, extremely venomous. All aimed at the most vulnerable and fatal parts of the human body.

Zhao Wuji was in the heat of battle and never expected this seemingly honest child to suddenly resort to such deadly tactics. The distance was too close; he didn't have time to dodge!

"You little bastard, how dare you--" Zhao Wuji exclaimed in shock and rage, instinctively closing his eyes and protecting his groin.

At this critical moment.

"Despicable."

A chilling voice exploded in the arena like a thunderclap.

Qian Mo, seated in the Grand Tutor chair, gave his wrist a slight flick.

The Teacup Lid in his hand flew out.

"Weng!"

The teacup lid spun at high speed in the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound like metal cutting. It struck after its predecessors but arrived first, transforming into a golden stream of light that precisely sliced into the narrow gap between Tang San and Zhao Wuji.

Ding ding ding ding!

A series of crisp sounds.

The bone-piercing nails, dragon whisker needles, and willow leaf knives, which were meant to be fatal, were all precisely knocked down by the small teacup lid a second before they touched Zhao Wuji's skin.

Sparks flew.

All the hidden weapons seemed to encounter a magnet, pulled by the ingenious force attached to the teacup lid, changing direction entirely. They "duo duo duo" embedded themselves in the ground nearby, arranged in a neat character for "death."

And the teacup lid, after completing this series of high-difficulty interceptions, drew an arc and flew steadily back into Qian Mo's hand, covering the teacup.

Not a single drop of tea spilled.

The entire place fell silent.

Zhao Wuji felt a chill in his crotch, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. That dragon whisker needle had been only 0.01 centimeters away from his life root!

"You..." Tang San stared blankly at the hidden weapons on the ground, then looked at Qian Mo, his face full of disbelief.

How could this be?

His hidden weapon technique was a Tang Sect secret art. How could Qian Mo see it clearly? And even knock them all down with a teacup lid?

"This is the monster you speak of?"

Qian Mo put down his teacup and slowly stood up.

He looked down at Tang San, his eyes devoid of anger, only a disgust akin to looking at trash.

"Sparring match, every move vicious, aiming directly for the eyes and groin."

"Tang San, are you here to enroll, or to kill people?"

"I don't think you're some monster, but a rat that cannot see light in a gutter."

These words, like resounding slaps, fiercely struck Tang San's face.

The surrounding students and parents looked at Tang San with changed expressions. Everyone had seen what happened just now, and it was indeed very malicious.

"What do you know!"

Tang San's face turned red, and he retorted stubbornly, "This is a hidden weapon! It's Tang... it's my unique skill! Deception in warfare, victory by the weak, what's wrong with that?"

"In this world of the law of the jungle, does the method matter as long as you can win?"

Tang San said righteously. This was his creed, and also the survival law that Master taught him.

"Hidden weapon?"

Qian Mo let out a scoff and shook his head.

"True powerhouses can harm people by plucking leaves and flowers; that is control of power."

"And you are merely relying on external objects to cover up your own incompetence."

Qian Mo raised his hand, his palm facing down, and drew in.

A Dragon Whisker Needle that had fallen on the ground flew into his fingertip.

"Watch closely, what is called technique."

Qian Mo flicked his wrist casually.

There was no build-up of strength, nor any flashy opening stance.

"Swish!"

A golden light flashed and disappeared.

Tang San didn't even see Qian Mo's movement clearly. He only felt a coolness on his cheek.

A few strands of hair fell.

The Dragon Whisker Needle flew past his cheek, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, and directly embedded itself into a boulder a hundred meters behind him.

There was no sound.

Because it was too fast, it had pierced straight through.

Three seconds later.

"Boom!"

The boulder, two people tall, exploded from the inside, shattering into powder.

Tang San stood frozen in place, blood droplets like pearls seeping from the bloodstains on his face.

He touched his face, his whole body trembling.

If that needle had been an inch off... his head would have exploded like that rock.

This was the difference.

A Cloud and Mud Difference.

"True powerhouses don't need such despicable methods to prove themselves." Qian Mo took the handkerchief Zhu Zhuqing handed him and wiped his hands, not even glancing at Tang San again. "Filthy."

"Teacher Zhao, what are you spacing out for? The assessment isn't over yet."

Zhao Wuji finally snapped back to reality.

He glanced at the hidden weapon on the ground, then touched his almost-lost lower body. An unprecedented rage surged in his heart.

"Good... good kid!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned red, and he walked towards Tang San, his body exuding a menacing aura.

"You want to cripple me, huh? Playing dirty, are you?"

"Today, Grandpa Zhao will show you what a real beating from society feels like!"

Without the sneak attack of hidden weapons, and with his mental state shattered, Tang San was like a rag doll in front of the enraged Zhao Wuji.

Less than three minutes.

"Bang!"

Tang San was slammed to the ground for the last time, completely knocked unconscious. His face was so swollen even his own father wouldn't recognize him, and his limbs were twisted at bizarre angles—they had been dislocated by Zhao Wuji's pure strength.

"Hmph, lucky you!" Zhao Wuji spat, feeling refreshed.

The frustration from being abused by Qian Mo had finally been vented.

Flender walked over, looking at the unconscious Tang San with a frown.

Although this kid had ill intentions, he was still that person's son... and his level twenty-nine spirit power was indeed rare.

"Take him away." Flender sighed and waved for Oscar to come and drag him. "Collect the registration fee first, and we'll sort out the medical expenses later."

However, in his gaze towards Tang San, the admiration from the Original Work was gone, replaced by a deep sense of wariness.

He had to be wary of a student who could stab him in the back at any moment.

Just then.

A clear and pleasant laugh echoed from the entrance of the village.

"Hehe, is this Shrek Academy? It looks like so much fun!"

Everyone looked towards the sound.

A maiden wearing a white, short-sleeved dress hopped and skipped into the room.

Her skin was like snow, her features as delicate as a porcelain doll, and her ear-length bob cut made her look playful and cute. What was most striking was the innate nobility about her, a temperament cultivated by those who have long held a position of power.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little demoness, Ning Rongrong.

As soon as she entered, her gaze swept across the entire room.

She directly ignored Tang San, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, and also bypassed Zhao Wuji, whose face was full of coarse flesh.

Her gaze was instantly locked onto the white-clothed youth sitting in a Grand Tutor Chair, lowering his head to drink tea.

Sunlight spilled onto Qian Mo's profile, gilding it with a golden edge.

That lazy, noble, and slightly domineering charming aura was a critical hit for Ning Rongrong, a terminal-stage face-con.

"Wow..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, her small mouth slightly agape.

She had come here looking for fun, but she hadn't expected to find such a treasure right after entering.

"This academy..." Ning Rongrong pointed at Qian Mo and excitedly turned to Flender, asking, "Is that handsome guy also a student here?"

Flender was stunned for a moment: "He... he is, I suppose."

"Great!"

Ning Rongrong waved her hand grandly, took out a gold card from her Soul Tool, and slapped it on the table, her voice full of heroic spirit:

"This young lady is enrolling! No need to look for anything else!"

After speaking, she tidied her skirt, revealed a smile she thought was the sweetest, and walked straight towards Qian Mo.

"Hey, handsome guy, let's get acquainted? My name is Ning Rongrong."

Qian Mo looked up, gazing at the mischievous little demoness before him, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upwards.

The Shrek Seven Devils?

From today onwards, this will be his backyard.