In an instant, countless hidden weapons flew out. The first wave consisted of ten Bone-Piercing Nails.
Tang San launched them from all ten fingers at once, each aimed at one of Shuofang Si's vital points: his eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, lower abdomen, and even his crotch.
This was the opening strike of the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons: fast, precise, ruthless, and utterly merciless.
Tang San did not pause for a moment. A second wave followed close behind as he unleashed Flowers Filling the Sky to its fullest.
Willow Leaf Knives, Locust Stones, Coin Darts, and Bone-Piercing Nails flew out together. Some flew straight, others slanted sideways, and still others curved around behind him, engulfing Shuofang Si in a storm of weapons, every one aimed at a vital point.
But Shuofang Si stood where he was, not even deigning to dodge.
His body, tempered by the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and Golden Bell Shield, was extraordinarily tough. A flurry of sharp clinks rang out as the hidden weapons struck him as though hitting an iron wall, then dropped to the ground.
He looked coldly at Tang San. "You little brat, your heart is crooked. You actually used these underhanded tricks to launch such vicious attacks against a teacher."
"Your moves might look cunning, but Soul Masters stand on the strength of their Martial Souls. Spend all day scheming over sneaky tricks to stab people in the back, and you'll never be anything more than a contemptible little scoundrel."
Tang San clenched his teeth in fury, seething with hatred. Since childhood, he had secretly studied the Tang Sect Secret Arts, convinced that the art of hidden weapons was unmatched in its intricacy. In his hands, these techniques were the art of slaughter.
Now this man had dismissed them as worthless in front