The brother is heartbroken when his sister is injured!
Tang San is about to unleash his true strength and formally challenge Zhao Wuji.
"I want to have a serious fight with you. Let's start over. Please light another incense stick. If I can last longer than one incense stick's time, then please allow the four of us to enter Shrek Academy together."
Zhao Wuji was clearly taken aback. Even with all four of them attacking together, they couldn't last a single incense stick's time. Could Tang San really hold out alone? He didn't believe there was another monster like Ma Hongjun.
Tang San turned to Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. Now that he was representing the four of them in the challenge, he naturally needed their consent; it was a matter of respect for his teammates.
Ning Rongrong smiled slightly at Tang San: "Tang San, we're comrades-in-arms. My father taught me from a young age that I can't abandon my comrades."
Then she looked at Ma Hongjun beside her, but Ma Hongjun was holding Zhu Zhuqing in his arms. Ning Rongrong said resentfully,
"At worst, we'll just leave together. Anyway, we've already lost the test."
Zhu Zhuqing didn't have the strength to answer Tang San. Ma Hongjun hugged Zhu Zhuqing tighter and said to Tang San, who was looking over,
"Little San, don't have any worries. Let loose and have fun. Use all the tricks you have and show off your strength so Teacher Zhao can have a good feel for you!"
Ma Hongjun gave Tang San a reassuring look with a mischievous glint
in his eyes. Tang San looked at Ma Hongjun and felt at ease. Although he had been pricked by this guy, he actually felt a sense of trust towards him.
Zhu Zhuqing could only roll her eyes helplessly. She was like a dead fish, unable to move. She cursed Ma Hongjun in her heart for being shameless and lewd because his hands were always rubbing against her body. This was simply taking advantage of her vulnerability.
However, setting aside that unfamiliar shame, in this man's arms, Zhu Zhuqing felt a rare warmth and care.
She even felt an urge to cry. To be honest, she was so tired. No one knew how much she longed for such an embrace beneath her strong exterior.
Perhaps only in this powerless state could she deceive herself into believing that she didn't want to stay in this man's arms, that she wasn't weak, but rather that she lacked the strength to resist, so she could comfortably enjoy this embrace.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing didn't want to care about anything, didn't want to think about anything. In this warm and reassuring embrace, under the protection of this strong body, she wanted to be a little princess for once.
The sounds of the outside world grew fainter, and the pressure accumulated over a decade relaxed at this moment. Her breathing gradually became steady, her head nestled closer to his chest like a cat, adjusting herself into a comfortable position, and peacefully drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, she dreamed that she had become a black kitten, frolicking freely in the arms of a red-haired boy. She was carefree, she was free.
The red-haired boy's hands gently caressed her body. She didn't need to do anything; she only needed to close her eyes and enjoy the ease, the languid comfort. In
the red-haired boy's arms, she had no worries, no pressure, no coercion, only a sense of security from the bottom of her heart. It was as if all things were blocked by his tall body, and she only needed to enjoy endless pampering in his arms.
What a beautiful dream!
In her sleep, Zhu Zhuqing's face was no longer cold; her furrowed brows relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on her face. She slept peacefully and serenely.
Ma Hongjun looked down at Zhu Zhuqing in his arms. Zhu Zhuqing was so beautiful at this moment. Compared to her cold face, Ma Hongjun preferred Zhu Zhuqing's smile now.
When a woman sheds her disguise and shows that little woman's side, you feel a different kind of experience, regardless of whether you win her over.
His arms were a little sore, but Ma Hongjun still held her in his arms, like a statue, guarding her and protecting the little kitten's beautiful dream.
Back to the scene!
Tang San's aura changed. When his eyes turned purple, it was the moment he transformed into the Thousand-Handed Asura. At this moment, Tang San was filled with nothing but seriousness and focus.
Tang San's hands, which had been hanging down at his sides, gracefully rose.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh..."
More than ten cold lights burst forth from Tang San's fingers, shooting towards Zhao Wuji's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, groin, and abdomen. No two of the cold lights hit the same spot, and all of them targeted vital points.
The ear-piercing sound of the light cutting through the air startled Zhao Wuji. Of all his abilities, agility was his weakest. Although his speed had increased after his Martial Soul was attached to him, his enormous size and formidable defense meant that he usually chose to confront opponents head-on.
Faced with the sudden and extremely precise barrage of cold lights, Zhao Wuji reacted quickly, his bear paws moving up and down, the upper paw covering his eyes and the lower paw covering his groin. With a low roar, Tang San unleashed his full soul power, activating the Immovable King Body technique to its fullest extent.
After firing over ten beams of cold light, Tang San didn't pause for a moment, using the Ghost Shadow Step to swiftly retreat.
Explosions rang out almost simultaneously as the dozen or so beams of cold light pierced Zhao Wuji's body, but were all deflected by the powerful golden light, causing no harm whatsoever. Turning,
Tang San unleashed another dozen or so beams of cold light.
However, Zhao Wuji's defense was incredibly strong; with the Immovable King Body activated, he simply stood there, impenetrable even to Tang San's attacks.
Tang San's hands moved like butterflies, flicking and deflecting, continuously firing beams of cold light, targeting Zhao Wuji's vital points.
Zhao Wuji was incredibly surprised; this was the first time he had witnessed such a hidden weapon attack. Unlike Ma Hongjun, he wasn't prepared, nor did he possess Ma Hongjun's agile movements to entangle him!
If it weren't for their powerful defenses, and if the two sides were evenly matched, Zhao Wuji would have already lost. Tang San's hidden weapons were not only accurate but also attacked many different positions simultaneously, making them extremely difficult to dodge.
Willow leaf blades, flying locust stones, money darts, bone-piercing nails—all sorts of hidden weapons bloomed in Tang San's rain of flowers technique. Some flew straight, some diagonally, some circled behind him, but their ultimate target was always the same: Zhao Wuji's body.
The hidden weapons that Ma Hongjun had used the day before yesterday were all being used on Zhao Wuji today.
Tang San's movements were extremely agile, his movements like ghosts and shadows, his movements stylish and unpredictable. Helpless, Zhao Wuji used his third soul skill, Gravity Enhancement, and his fourth soul skill, Positioning and Tracking, in succession.
Then, Tang San raised his hands, and six crossbow bolts flew out. Mechanized hidden weapons were a method that Tang San had studied his entire life in his previous life and was most proficient in.
The six powerful crossbow bolts shot towards Zhao Wuji's face, but still failed to hit, and he was knocked away.
Tang San carried numerous hidden weapons, their methods and locations of release making them unpredictable and difficult to defend against. "Hidden
Sand Projectile!"
This was a hidden weapon Tang San had concealed in his chest, activated by his pectoral muscles, and coated with poison.
The sixty-four steel needles fired by "Hidden Sand Projectile" finally pierced Zhao Wuji's skin, the poison on the needles entering his body.
With the distraction of "Hidden Sand Projectile," Tang San pressed forward again.
Ten fingers simultaneously flicked out, ten tiny golden lights flashing through the air. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't even be noticeable.
Ma Hongjun saw clearly—these were Dragon Beard Needles!
Ten golden rays forcefully pierced through the Immovable King's body's defenses, silently meeting Zhao Wuji's body and burrowing inside.
Zhao Wuji felt several sharp pains simultaneously erupt throughout his body; even with his strong nerves, he couldn't help but gasp, his entire body convulsing in pain.
"It's that golden needle!"
Zhao Wuji sighed, glancing at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun outside the arena. Ma Hongjun, feeling guilty, avoided eye contact, his gaze following Zhao Wuji's as he looked at Dai Mubai in surprise.
The implication was clear: "I don't know, it's not my fault, it was all Mubai's doing. "
Dai Mubai was completely bewildered, spreading his hands, at a loss for words.
"Hmph, I'll settle accounts with you later!"
Zhao Wuji roared angrily, his fifth spirit ring flashing—a deep black, ten-thousand-year spirit ring.
"Gravity Compression!"
Zhao Wuji was furious, now only wanting to teach Tang San a lesson.
However, he didn't know Tang San had a trump card; in fact, Tang San hadn't used this hidden weapon when facing Ma Hongjun. Tang San
suddenly ducked, and with a crisp snap, a seven-inch-long crossbow bolt shot out from behind him, heading straight for Zhao Wuji's roaring mouth. Maintaining such accuracy while already controlled by his opponent was astonishing.
The crossbow, with its tightly wound,
ornate design, is a medium-sized bolt. It fires by controlling the back muscles and only fires one bolt. However, due to the bolt's large size and strong spring, its destructive power is extremely strong among mechanical concealed weapons, far surpassing that of a sleeve dart.
Simultaneously, Tang San's feet tapped together, each toe protruding with a three-inch-long blade. One foot flew up to kick Zhao Wuji's throat, while the other silently aimed for his groin. Even in such a disadvantageous situation, his ability to react in this way was truly terrifying.
The crossbow's firing speed was incredibly fast; Zhao Wuji didn't even have time to raise his hand before the powerful bolt pierced through his Immovable King Body's defenses, heading straight for his mouth.
In this critical moment, Zhao Wuji displayed the powerful combat experience of a Soul Saint, remaining calm and collected. He clenched his teeth, trapping the bolt in his mouth.
The impact of the tightly-backed crossbow was extremely powerful. Although Zhao Wuji had bitten it, his teeth were still loosened by the impact.
At the same time, a sweet fragrance entered his mouth from the crossbow bolt, causing him to feel dizzy. It was the poison hidden in the arrow.
This was the power and viciousness of Tang Clan's hidden weapons.
The others nearby, including Ma Hongjun, were very surprised. Tang San's hidden weapons sent chills down their spines, and they were all glad that they were not Tang San's enemies.
Ma Hongjun couldn't help but sigh that hidden weapons were indeed a sect's ultimate skill. If it were a real life-or-death battle, even if he was stronger than Tang San, the outcome was still uncertain.
That day, he thought the silent sleeve dart was Tang San's strongest hidden weapon, but he didn't expect there to be an even stronger hidden weapon like the tightly-backed crossbow.
It seemed that not only he had held back that day, but Tang San had also held back. Many of the hidden weapons used on Zhao Wuji today were not used that day.
In that case, Xiao San was still kind to him. Ma Hongjun felt a little guilty. He shouldn't have stabbed such a good brother in the butt.
Ma Hongjun couldn't help but marvel at Tang San's incredible resilience. He was a veritable porcupine, a veritable source of hidden weapons. How could he possibly carry so many? Even a modified robot couldn't do that.
Silent sleeve darts in his hands, sharp blades on his feet, a hidden arrow on his chest, sixty-four steel needles, dragon whisker needles under his fingernails, and a tightly packed crossbow on his back.
How monstrous was this?
Ma Hongjun glanced again at Xiao Wu in Ning Rongrong's arms.
He thought to himself how lucky this rabbit was to have lived. Sleeping with a brother who was such a source of hidden weapons for six years—wasn't she afraid of accidentally triggering one and ending her ten thousand years of rabbit life?
Being Tang San's woman was truly dangerous. From now on, she'd have to be extremely careful during their intimate moments, otherwise, when Tang San exerted his strength, what he might shoot out was not just needles, but crossbow bolts, but arrows.
And not just offspring.