"By the way, do you have any throwing knives? If not, I can lend you some."
With a flip of her hand, Meng Yiran produced thirty-six Soul-Piercing Throwing Knives.
Tang San merely glanced at them and shook his head. "No need."
As a successor of the Tang Sect, how could he possibly not carry a dozen or so throwing knives on him?
Tang San moved as well. Eighteen flashes of cold light left his side almost simultaneously!
In the original timeline, Tang San and Meng Yiran had also competed once, but the trees had only been twenty meters away from them then.
This time, however, Meng Yiran had chosen a large tree a hundred meters away!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The dense sounds of air being torn merged into one. Eighteen throwing knives embedded themselves in the trunk at almost the exact same instant!
Everyone's eyes locked tightly onto the enormous tree, their pupils contracting sharply.
A distance of one hundred meters!
The eighteen throwing knives formed three rows of six, perfectly aligned, forcefully nailing an incomparably neat "three" onto the tree trunk!
Even more absurdly—
The blade of every throwing knife had precisely pierced through exactly ten fallen leaves, and each had sunk into the tree to exactly the same depth!
Clap, clap, clap.
A round of applause rang out.
Meng Shu's voice reached everyone's ears. "You're Tang San, right? Your technique is quite good. You released them at the same time, and they entered the tree at the same time. There was even only one sound. Every Soul-Piercing Throwing Knife pierced ten leaves. You have great talent. Would you like to join my New Interception Sect? I can recommend you personally. You may yet have a chance to become one of the Upper Root Vessels."
"Dragon Duke, Tang San