Yet the next second.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Subtle yet piercing sounds of flesh being punctured rang out.
The golden strands of hair were not deflected upon touching the Body Protection Golden Light. Instead, like steel needles piercing balloons, they instantly bored their way in!
Immediately after.
"Urgh!"
Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.
His formerly mocking smile twisted into one of extreme pain and shock.
The Dragon Whisker Needles burrowed into his flesh and instantly curled up!
It was the agonizing pain of muscles being forcibly twisted together and meridians being violently blocked by foreign objects!
"What the hell is this?!"
Zhao Wuji roared, his Soul Power erupting as he tried to force the foreign objects out of his body.
But once the Dragon Whisker Needles curled up, they locked firmly into the flesh. Unless he dug out the meat and carved away the bone, there was no way to force them out.
"Hiss—!!!"
The Immovable Ming King sucked in a sharp breath from the pain, cold sweat instantly soaking through his back.
He looked at the pale-faced youth in the distance, and for the first time, wariness appeared in his eyes.
"Good kid..."
"You actually broke through my defense..."
The incense finally burned out.
Hei Tang San slumped to the ground. Looking at Zhao Wuji, who was covered in "golden needles" and baring his teeth in pain, he revealed a faint smile of a hard-won victory.
He had won.
Though it had not been an honorable victory.
Though he had barely passed by relying on his opponent's carelessness and the vicious nature of Hidden Weapons.
Still, he had... survived.
[White World]
The scene suddenly changed.
That tragic, heroic feeling vanished in an instant.
In its place was something that made one's scalp tingle...
The aesthetics of industrial