He responded instantly, his footwork flickering.
His body blurred again, weaving among the returning projectiles with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. Pebbles whizzed past his ears, snapped branches sliced past his cheeks, and several rocks shattered against his Mysterious Jade Hands.
The dust storm created by Eve's final wind sweep enveloped the battlefield, making the audience gasp and squint—none of them could see clearly inside.
But Tang San…
He calmly activated his Purple Demon Eyes.
The violet light in his pupils pierced the dust like a blade through fog.
'Found you.'
He fixed his gaze on the faint silhouette of Eve, standing casually within the swirling haze.
Tang San's fingers tightened.
Hidden beneath the sleeve of his robe—was the Silent Sleeve Dart, one of the hidden weapon he was able to cast.
He flicked his wrist.
Pew—
A faint whistling sound, so soft that almost no one could hear it.
The dart shot forward silently, like a viper striking from the shadows.The tip glistened faintly with the venom he had collected earlier.
Tang San's thoughts darkened.
'You dared to humiliate Xiao Wu. Even the slaps you gave her… I will return them to you tenfold.'
'Poison isn't lethal. She won't die. But she will suffer. And afterward, I'll toss that snake corpse beside her. The blame will shift naturally.'
His expression remained calm, composed.
What happened next made Tang San's pupils shrink sharply.
The instant the poisoned sleeve dart cut through the dust cloud—
Clang!
Eve snapped open her Myriad Transformation Fan to its full arc.The paper-and-steel ribs glimmered faintly, forming a perfect semicircle before her chest.
The dart slammed into the martial soul…
…and bounced off harmlessly.
Tang San froze.
'How?! The dust blocked all vision—she shouldn't have been able to see the direction of the attack! '
But Eve only raised a brow, her purple eyes shining faintly with a mysterious brilliance.
She could see everything.
Because her own irises were glowing with the subtle violet pattern of the Purple Demon Eyes.
She read the arc of the dart, the angle, the speed—every calculation flowed effortlessly in her mind. She flicked her wrist, redirecting the killing strike like it was nothing more than a stray twig.
Eve sighed internally—long and sarcastically.
'Hidden weapons in a practical class fight? And poisoned too? This bastard has really lived long enough.'
Her lips curled in irritation.
'You actually planned to poison me… '.
Her second soul ring flared again.
"Second Soul Skill — Eye of Storm!"
She swung her fan downward.
This time she didn't just send the dust away—she compressed it, shaped it, and then hurled it straight toward Tang San like a smothering wave.
"—!"
He immediately slipped into Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, vanishing into a blur.
His body weaved left and right, dodging through the dust funnel, preparing to counter—when a sudden sensation pricked the back of his neck.
A killing intent, Cold and Sharp.
Shing—
A silver arc flashed behind him.
Tang San instinctively dove sideways.
Swish!
A blade of wind followed him.A few strands of his black-blue hair drifted to the ground, severed cleanly.
His heart skipped a beat.
When he looked up—
Eve was standing calmly, holding two swords.
Two long, slender, perfectly forged blades glistened with cold light in her hands, reflecting the glow of sunlight.
Her stance was natural.
Her presence… suffocating.
And the moment Tang San met her eyes, he felt it—an unusual crushing pressure.
That was the presence of someone who is a sword master.Tang San felt a chill run down his spine.
'This… this intent… it feels like I'm standing in front of a true sword master.'
Well, he was standing in front of a clone of a Sword Master.
Eve wasn't just any clone—she was Qian Renxue's virtual persona taking a human body. Qian Renxue had now spent years wandering the continent after leaving Spirit Hall, studying every sword path she could encounter.
The sword techniques of Qian Daoliu—her grandfather and the Angel Clan's Sword Master—were engraved into her bones through his training. The teachings of demigod-level souls sealed within Chen Dao's Sword Amulet had been already absorbed by her mind piece by piece.
The list also includes Ren Xuan's Dugu Nine Sword technique… Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword—Qian Renxue had assimilated all of them and reforged them into her own sword technique.
And though Eve was only a clone, her sword mastery is passed from Qian Renxue.
So Tang San's reaction was justified. The sword intent rolling off her wasn't that of a young teacher—it was the aura of someone who had stood at the peak of the sword.
If he relaxed even a fraction, he felt—he would be cut down.
Eve rushed forward, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes. The twin swords moved simultaneously—fast, precise, and fatally efficient. The audience could only see blurring shadows overlaying each other, as if dozens of blades danced in the air.
Even Tang San, with the experience and battle instincts of a God King suppressed into a mortal body, struggled. Each strike forced him to the limit of his mortal reflexes. He could block some, redirect others… but he could not find a gap. Her technique was airtight.
'Was there someone like Teacher Eve in the previous timeline?' Tang San wondered while parrying yet another strike. 'Someone with this level of sword attainment shouldn't have vanished without a trace…'
But speculation was a luxury he could hardly afford.
Eve's onslaught only intensified. She wasn't even serious—Tang San could feel it. She was suppressing her spirit power to Soul Grandmaster level, limiting her strength… and yet he was being pushed backward, step by step.
Every time he thought he saw an opening, a sword shadow would greet him, carrying a cutting intent that made his skin prickle and his instincts scream in warning.