The moment his Blue Silver Grass actually struck someone, Tang San felt a surge of confidence.
It was still dark all around, and those jumbled figures had not disappeared, but that last strike had definitely been real. The sensation of a vine hitting flesh was completely different from passing through an illusion.
Canghui's people were still on the stage. They were simply hiding.
Once he understood that, Tang San stopped feeling rushed. He ignored every voice calling his name around him, kept his Purple Demon Eye active, and sent several strands of Blue Silver Grass creeping along the ground in different directions.
Outside, the Canghui Academy team was no longer quite so composed.
The man who had been struck rubbed his shoulder and asked in a hushed voice, "Captain, can he see us?"
The Canghui captain stared at Tang San for a while, his expression looking grim too, but he refused to concede it. "Impossible. He probably doesn't even know where he's standing right now. That was just luck at most."
But the instant he finished speaking, a strand of Blue Silver Grass swept toward them along the ground from the side.
The teammate on the right hurriedly pulled his legs back in alarm.
The Canghui captain gritted his teeth, abandoning any thought of wearing them down slowly. "Forget the others. Deal with Tang San first. As long as he loses his head, the rest still won't get out."
All seven of them channeled their soul power at once.
The scene before Tang San's eyes suddenly grew crowded.
Previously, only a few people had appeared now and then. Now Xiao Wu lay on the ground, Yu Xiaogang was covered in blood, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were fighting viciously, and even Ling Yun stood ahead of him, watching with his