Disgusting Hidden Weapons

Xiao Wu looked at Ye Fan, brimming with grievance.

But Ye Fan's expression was stern.

"Didn't I tell you everyone was to strike once and retreat? Why didn't you listen?"

At his words, Xiao Wu finally remembered, averting her eyes and sticking out her tongue.

"I forgot..."

Fighting was the sort of thing where she got carried away once she started.

There was nothing she could do about that.

Pressing the attack while she had the advantage had practically become an instinct carved into her bones.

She couldn't be blamed for that.

"But I'm not in danger now, am I? Aren't you still here? I don't believe you'd leave me alone."

Xiao Wu planted her hands on her hips, utterly unabashed.

In the past, whether she was fighting inside Nuoding Academy or beating up thugs outside it, Ye Fan had always been beside her to fend off danger.

She just didn't know why he was scolding her now.

As she puzzled over it, Ye Fan's inner voice appeared right on cue.

[This silly rabbit. Drawing aggro at a time like this makes it so easy to get hurt...]

Granted, Tang San would unleash an explosive burst of power once she drew aggro.

But he didn't want to see Xiao Wu get hurt, either.

She was his. If she got battered, his heart would ache too.

And so, Ye Fan said fiercely, "Stop acting cute. Disobey me again, and I'm cutting off your allowance next month! Don't count on Tang San giving you money to spend, either. He's flat broke himself right now..."

"Huh?! No!!"

Although hearing Ye Fan's inner voice made Xiao Wu a little happy, the words coming out of his mouth were utterly icy.

She immediately let out a wail.

Beside them, Ning Rongrong watched the pair, somewhat speechless.

If I remember correctly, we're still in the middle of a fight...

How are you two not nervous at all, and still in the mood to flirt?

In the arena, after Xiao Wu left, Tang San took over again.

His eyes burned as he looked at Zhao Wuji.

That was so close just now. If Xiao Wu hadn't had Instantaneous Movement, she would already have died under those bear paws!

But now that Xiao Wu has left the field, it's my turn.

At that thought, Tang San held nothing back.

He immediately pulled two bottles of his homemade hidden weapons from his Soul Tool.

They were two small porcelain bottles, each the size of a palm.

Tang San activated Purple Demon Eye and, with a flick of his wrists, hurled both porcelain bottles straight at Zhao Wuji.

"Gang Pai Thunderclap, go!"

Facing the incoming porcelain bottles, Zhao Wuji instantly went on alert.

"What the hell are you up to now?"

This time, Zhao Wuji chose not to take them head-on. These little brats' abilities were far too bizarre.

He swiftly dodged to the side.

Avoid the thunderclaps!

But with his throwing technique, Tang San had already anticipated the various possibilities and sealed off Zhao Wuji's escape routes.

Under Tang San's confident gaze, the two porcelain bottles traced an unbelievable arc through the air and collided just as Zhao Wuji dodged, shattering instantly.

The two masses of farts compressed with Yu Xiaogang's Soul Power were instantly released.

They formed a cloud of yellow smoke that rapidly spread.

"This is bad! Fall back!"

At the sight, Ye Fan broke out in a cold sweat too.

He hastily turned, scooped Ning Rongrong into his arms, and retreated.

Pinching her nose, Xiao Wu withdrew with them in disgust.

None of them had expected Tang San to actually make this stuff.

Zhao Wuji's going to be left with psychological scars, isn't he...?

"Wh-what's wrong?!"

Looking utterly bewildered, Ning Rongrong was carried dozens of meters back in Ye Fan's arms.

She had no idea what had happened.

"You'll find out in a moment," Xiao Wu said in a muffled voice, pinching her nose.

If Rongrong learned what this stuff was, she would probably be so disgusted that she threw up her breakfast.

Tang San is so disgusting!

Naturally, Tang San couldn't hear Xiao Wu cursing him inwardly. He merely watched the effects of his hidden weapons with satisfaction.

I really am a genius.

Once this Gang Pai Thunderclap comes out, even ghosts and gods scatter!

Tang San had squeezed Yu Xiaogang dry for days for these hidden weapons.

After all, Yu Xiaogang only had three shots a day.

Once those were used up, Luo Sanpao could only release ordinary farts, which were also much less powerful when ignited.

Every fart had been compressed with his Soul Power into a small porcelain bottle, then left to ferment for many days.

Now, they had become the perfect thing to disgust Zhao Wuji!

And they had yet to unleash the full power of their second stage.

A string of low, broken curses came from within the thick smoke.

"Cough! Cough, cough! You damned little bastard, what the hell is this stuff?!"

Zhao Wuji covered his mouth and nose, tears streaming from the irritation.

Not only did this stuff sting his eyes... it stank!

Fuck, this is even more choking than the bullshit Flender spouts about paying wages on time!

He had to open his mouth every time he cursed, but he couldn't stop himself from cursing.

But before Zhao Wuji could rush out of the smoke, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass silently appeared within it.

Two thick strands of Blue Silver Grass instantly wrapped around Zhao Wuji's ankles.

Their roots also began rapidly taking hold, draining Zhao Wuji's Soul Power.

Tang San seized the opportunity to grow more Blue Silver Grass to coil around him, using Zhao Wuji's Soul Power to fuel its growth.

The thick smoke had come too suddenly. Zhao Wuji hadn't had time to take a breath, and now he was relying entirely on the physical barrier of his hands.

Naturally, he also felt the things wrapped around his legs.

He couldn't break free with his legs alone!

But... if he moved his hands away, he would have to smell the farts. If he didn't, his Soul Power would be drained.

This little bastard really is an expert at disgusting people!

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing was in the woods, still unaware of what was about to happen.

Confusion flickered in her beautiful eyes.

She only knew that Zhao Wuji had been enveloped in a strange cloud of thick smoke, but had no idea what it did.

At that moment, Ye Fan also remembered that Zhu Zhuqing was still on the battlefield!

His inner voice instantly reached Zhu Zhuqing's mind.

[Oh no, Zhu Zhuqing!]

"Wind, rise from the east!"

Ye Fan began summoning a breeze toward Zhu Zhuqing's location.

But he was still a step too late.

Puzzled, Zhu Zhuqing looked toward Ye Fan.

But the next moment, a gust swept through the thick smoke, carrying some of it into the woods.

Before Ye Fan's summoned wind arrived, Zhu Zhuqing's nose instinctively twitched twice.

Then... her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

Felines had an exceptionally keen sense of smell, and she had been caught off guard.

Ye Fan: "..."

This stuff really was far too damaging to anyone with a sensitive nose.

Watching Zhao Wuji, who was powerless to resist, Tang San was delighted and was just about to hit him with something big using his second Soul Skill.

But by now, Zhao Wuji was also suffering from the fumes and stopped holding back entirely.

"Great Strength Vajra Palm!!!"

With his explosive roar, countless enormous golden palm silhouettes flew out of the thick smoke. Ye Fan took the two girls and dodged again to avoid being caught in the attack.

Wherever the palm silhouettes passed, the thick smoke tore apart, forcibly carving out a clear passage to the outside!

It revealed Zhao Wuji's somewhat savage face.

"Brat, you've pissed me off!!"