This is Called a Sparring Match? It's Clearly Handing Over Weapons to the Enemy!

How was this possible?!

Tang San watched his prized hidden weapon techniques fail to even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes!

His inner pride could not accept this absurd scene before his eyes.

No!

I don't believe it!

It had to be a coincidence! He was just lucky!

He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain forcibly calming him down.

His hands swept over his belt again. This time, his gaze turned incomparably sinister.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Another storm of hidden weapons rained down, but this time, amid the ordinary concealed weapons, he had secretly mixed in one of his trump cards!

Dragon Beard Needle!

These needles were as thin as hairs, invisible and traceless. Once fired, even a Soul Sage would suffer badly if caught off guard!

He would use this move to win the match!

However.

What happened next turned Tang San's eyes bloodshot!

Yan still dodged easily through the storm of hidden weapons, but just as those nearly invisible Dragon Beard Needles were about to reach him—

His right hand flashed like lightning, yet carried a strange rhythm as it gently swept through the air.

Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!

Those dozens of Dragon Beard Needles, fine as ox hairs, were all caught with incomparable precision between his fingertips!

Yan lowered his head and glanced at the needle-shaped hidden weapons in his hand, which gleamed faintly gold beneath the sunlight. Having lost the support of Soul Power, they had reverted into metal pellets the size of rice grains. His eyes immediately lit up.

"Oh, Dragon Beard Needles?"

"Good stuff!"

With that, without even sparing Tang San a glance, he naturally tucked the cluster of Dragon Beard Needles into his Soul Tool.

The motion was smooth and effortless, as though it were only right.

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