"Xiao Yan, step forward," Mang Tianchi ordered.
At his words, Xiao Yan took a step forward, azure light flickering in his eyes.
"Tang San, step forward," Grandmaster called.
Tang San immediately stepped forward and stood beside Xiao Yan.
Grandmaster looked at Tang San and said, "You must not use those special weapons of yours in this spar. All right, you may begin."
"Wait." Xiao Yan suddenly spoke up, challenging him loudly. "Grandmaster, that's unfair. If Tang San doesn't use those hidden weapons, what's the point of fighting him? My martial soul already counters his Blue Silver Grass, and his Blue Silver Grass barely has any offensive power. If you forbid him from using those special weapons as well, wouldn't that give me an enormous advantage? Even if I won, I'm sure he wouldn't accept the result."
Xiao Yan's purpose in sparring with Tang San this time was to counter those hidden weapons with their peculiar throwing techniques. If Tang San was forbidden from using them now, this spar would be utterly meaningless to Xiao Yan.
Grandmaster gave Xiao Yan a disdainful glance and said coolly, "Although Little San's first two soul ring skills are both control skills with little offensive power, they possess terrifying neurotoxins. If he's allowed to use those bizarre weapons as well, you won't have any chance of winning."
"Really? I won't have any chance of winning? Then let him use them. I'd very much like to see how far his hidden weapons have progressed." Neither arrogant nor impatient, Xiao Yan took two steps forward and chuckled. "Let's begin."
The instant his words fell, a sinister gleam flashed through Tang San's eyes. His right fist shot up, and he lunged forward with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, punching straight at Xiao Yan's chest.
Tang San's movements were simple,