Halfway through the fight, Tang San suddenly demanded a weapon change and declared that everything before this didn't count.
"Damn, is Tang San really this shameless?"
Lan Mengqin shook her head upon hearing that. She had studied a little swordsmanship herself, and the other party was clearly a complete amateur who only knew how to swing wildly with brute force. He was nothing but a joke.
He had been casually defeated in a few moves by an actual professional. If his skills were inferior, then they were inferior—yet he claimed it didn't count? Did he think this was a child throwing a tantrum?
"It's fine. Grant his request."
Chen Ming'er sat with his legs crossed, utterly unconcerned. He then found the code for the Rakshasa Trident in the Douluo Continent module, extracted it, and held it in his hand.
After weighing it in his hand, he immediately wore an amused look. Little bastard, little bastard, you were the one who asked to switch weapons. Then suffer the consequences yourself.
"Your request is granted! Catch it, Tang San!"
He stood up and walked to the railing, raised the Rakshasa Trident high, and hurled it like a javelin.
Tang San's eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the incoming Rakshasa Trident, and he secretly rejoiced. Just wait and die, Qian Renxue! This is a Quasi-Super Artifact. You only have a little black sword—what are you going to use to beat me?
He immediately sprinted forward, reaching out to catch the flying trident. Just as he imagined defeating his opponent with the Quasi-Super Artifact—
The next second, an overwhelming sense of mortal danger crashed into him. His hairs stood on end as he abruptly came to his senses, and the right hand that had just touched the trident instantly felt an immense