"Can I... use hidden weapons?"
Fan Dazhi looked at Cui Zhixia, his tone utterly sincere.
Cui Zhixia let out an incredulous laugh and replied coldly, "The rules don't forbid them. Of course you can!"
At that, Fan Dazhi's face broke into a beaming smile, and he reached into his robes.
Cui Zhixia quietly focused, putting himself on guard. With much huffing and puffing, Fan Dazhi pulled a cloth sack from inside his robes, its contents clinking and clattering. When he opened it, it proved to contain iron caltrops, horse-stopping spikes, and the like. Who knew how he had managed to hide all that against his chest?
Fan Dazhi grabbed a handful of iron caltrops and scattered them toward Cui Zhixia as though feeding rice to chicks.
The spectators below nearly dropped their jaws. They had expected Fan Dazhi to unleash something like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, not simply toss them out so casually. Several people from Dragon Gate Academy couldn't help laughing aloud.
Cui Zhixia turned sideways to evade them. Fan Dazhi scattered another handful, and in the blink of an eye, iron caltrops and horse-stopping spikes littered the ground.
Cui Zhixia watched coldly. Though sharp, these hidden weapons didn't appear to be poisoned. Even so, he dared not be careless. His sword swept out a gust, and he stamped his foot, sending a powerful current of air surging from his body.
As though a gale had swept through, the hidden weapons strewn across the ground were swept into a corner like rubbish.
Unconcerned, Fan Dazhi stuffed the empty sack into his robes, then took out a few broad beans, tossed them into his mouth, and crunched away.
A cold gleam suddenly flashed past Fan Dazhi's ear.
Cui Zhixia sprang forward, unleashing several consecutive strikes that left Fan Dazhi