"Such speed—and such quick reflexes in the face of danger."
Snake Lance Douluo stared in surprise at the swift reach, strike, and withdrawal he had just witnessed.
The instant the black Ten-Year Soul Beast attacked, Tang Shan had reacted with effortless precision, as though he had seen it coming. He had remained utterly composed.
With a simple flick of his fingers, he shook the black snake blood from his hand, leaving no trace or injury on his skin.
"You've reached what you call Transformed Force?"
Watching Tang Shan casually shake off the poisonous blood, Snake Lance Douluo recalled the demonstration he had given them earlier and voiced the thought that had struck him.
"I was lucky enough to break through a few days ago," Tang Shan replied modestly.
"So you sensed that black venomous snake in advance too?"
Snake Lance Douluo was curious.
"That's right. I noticed it beforehand."
Tang Shan went on to explain.
"Senior, internal martial arts develop far more than a person's control over strength. There are other, subtler aspects. For example, at the Transformed Force stage, not even a feather can settle on you, let alone a fly. That requires an extremely keen awareness of your surroundings. The moment that black venomous snake moved, I sensed the air it disturbed;
"Even if it hadn't disturbed the air, developing the body's potential through internal martial arts also sharpens certain instinctive senses for danger."
Before Tang Shan had even finished speaking, his left hand shot out. With a simple flick of his finger, he struck a little green snake just as it poked its head out of the bushes.
It was less that his finger struck the snake's head than that the snake ran straight into it. Hidden Force slipped silently into its skull. The green snake stiffened