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Seeing that Yang Ming was still treating Old Jack and could not free his hands for the moment, Tang San quietly touched the Sleeve Arrow mounted on his wrist.

Fortunately, over the past year, aside from studying and training, Tang San had also worked at a blacksmith's shop in Notting City and forged a batch of hidden weapons. He still had enough hidden weapons to support a fierce battle.

As he breathed a sigh of relief, Tang San instructed Xiao Wu:

"The enemy is too strong. We can't confront them head-on; we need to focus on buying time."

Xiao Wu understood the situation as well, so naturally, she did not make trouble without reason.

As the Black Knights on the street drew closer and closer, Tang San hid behind a charred wall, observing them from the corner of his eye while silently calculating the distance between them and the village chief's house.

Five hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

Now!

A sharp glint burst from Tang San's eyes. Several inconspicuous Blue Silver Grass shoots suddenly sprouted beneath the sandy ground. Nourished by Tang San's Soul Power, they rapidly grew thicker and stronger, as stout as little pythons, intertwining to form tripwires that blocked the Black Knights' path.

It had to be said that Holy Soul Village was poor and underdeveloped. Its roads could only accommodate two horses passing side by side.

Moreover, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was exceptionally effective when used for ambushes. The two black horses at the front tripped, crashing to the ground. Driven by inertia, the two Black Knights on their backs were thrown into the air, tracing half an arc as they fell freely.

The Black Knights behind