Storm Over Lingnan (Part Three)

Despite his embarrassment, Jian Shang had to admit that Di Wushuang was remarkably clever.

Why did practitioners of the Lotus Manual, whose speed was unrivaled, never use weapons? Zhao Gao had been the same, as had Hua Qiandai!

The reason was clear. At such extreme speeds, anything unnecessary on the body became a tremendous burden. Its effective weight multiplied countless times, agility suffered just as badly, and the result could even be fatal.

Di Wushuang's idea, however, was ingenious. Embroidery needles were tiny and light, and the threads attached to them were no different from the threads in her clothes. Presumably, she normally kept the needles in her clothing. Unlike weapons or hidden projectiles stored elsewhere, they minimized the burden as much as possible.

"You're dead!"

As Jian Shang's thoughts raced, Di Wushuang let out a shrill cry. Her features twisted with humiliation and rage. She split from one figure into two, from two into four, then into dozens upon dozens within moments, charging at Jian Shang from every direction.

This time, no cold flashes appeared. Instead, dozens of streaks of light cut through the air with piercing whistles, a sign that her true qi had been condensed to an extreme.

The insult had driven Di Wushuang into a frenzy!

"Yin-Yang Lotus Platform!"

A chill ran through Jian Shang at the sight of her frenzy. The Pagoda Prison-Suppressing Scripture let him sense every attack, but he could not move fast enough to block them all. An idea struck him.

A black-and-white lotus platform appeared and spun like lightning. In an instant, it became a Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram that enveloped Jian Shang...

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A relentless series of muffled impacts rang out. Dozens of afterimages hammered at Jian Shang, striking the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram and sending ripples across it.

"**Heaven-Overturning