Suddenly, Tang San jerked his head up, the purple light in his eyes abruptly intensifying.
Seeing those violet eyes, Zhao Wuji's expression tightened slightly, and his steps slowed. After all, bewildering attacks through one's gaze were among the hardest Soul Skills to defend against. He had nearly suffered for it when facing Xiao Wu earlier.
But Zhao Wuji quickly realized that the purple light in Tang San's eyes seemed to have no offensive effect. During that brief hesitation, Tang San's hands, which had been somewhat drawn in, suddenly shot forward.
Only then did Zhao Wuji notice that Tang San seemed to be gripping something tightly in his hands.
At the same time, Dai Mubai, who had been watching from outside the arena for quite some time, stirred inwardly at the sight and immediately recalled his battle with Tang San yesterday.
Underhanded tricks... just as expected, he was using this kind of hard-to-guard-against method again in this practical assessment.
Dai Mubai thought silently.
At that moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out across the arena, followed by the clang of metal striking metal.
"Whoosh... hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss!"
Countless flashes of cold light burst from between Tang San's lightly flicking fingers, shooting separately toward Zhao Wuji's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, groin, and lower abdomen. Not a single one of those cold flashes targeted the same spot, and every one was aimed at a vital point.
Zhao Wuji was startled again, but he reacted quickly. His two bear paws moved one above the other, the upper one shielding his eyes and the lower one protecting his groin. At the same time, he let out a low roar as Soul Power burst from his entire body, fully activating his Immovable King Body.
After firing the