Netherworld Hundred Flower, one of the Hidden Weapons listed in Netherworld Instrument Hundred Way is said to terrify even demons and ghosts with its horrifying lethality.
From Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran's palms, a sky full of black hell flowers suddenly shot out, precisely intercepting the rapidly flying Godly Zhuge Crossbow bolts.
The Netherworld Hundred Flower spun at an extremely high speed, emitting a crisp collision sound the moment they struck the Godly Zhuge Crossbow bolts, and then actually cut the bolts in half, giving them no chance to get close.
The remaining Netherworld Hundred Flower swept across the ground, not only shredding Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's bodies, but also leaving Tang San, Yu Tianheng, and others unscathed. Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were forced to retreat step by step until they were out of the arena, thus avoiding serious injury, but also losing their qualification for the duel.
The scene was utterly tragic.
"How is this possible!"
"Your Hidden Weapons are actually stronger than my Godly Zhuge Crossbow?"
"This is impossible, this is impossible—"
Tang San endured the immense pain, pulling a black hell flower from his chest. The wound looked as if a chunk had been scooped out, with all bone and flesh pulverized. This was an extremely lethal and cruel Hidden Weapon; perhaps even the Tang Sect's Torrential Pear Blossom Needle couldn't compare!
"Meng Yiran, I know your skill level. Your technique with the Soul Breaking Blade is not enough to wield this level of Hidden Weapon. You've only been learning from Xin for a month, and you—you!"
Tang San's eyes were filled with disbelief.
In a Spirit Master duel, if he lost, he could still say he needed to continue learning.
But this was Hidden Weapons!!!
His most proficient Hidden Weapons!
Top-tier Hidden Weapons he had spent over twenty years secretly learning from the Tang Sect's inner sect!
He actually lost to Meng Yiran, who had only been learning for just over a month?!
Was it her talent that was too high, or his own comprehension that was too poor?
"Nothing is impossible. It's all because Teacher taught us well. We still have hundreds of Hidden Weapons like these to learn." Meng Yiran said indifferently.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing slowly walked over, clearing the battlefield, kicking Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun out of the Fighting Spirit Arena like dead dogs, and coldly snorted: "Tang San, do you still want to fight?"
"Hundreds?!"
"Haha, hundreds… so many…"
Our Tang Sect has less than ten Hidden Weapons of this caliber…
His blood gradually soaked his clothes. Hearing Meng Yiran's words, Tang San let out a miserable laugh, somewhat dazed, his eyes vacant, his legs weak, and he directly knelt on the Fighting Spirit Arena:
"We lost."
Over twenty years of secretly learning, over thirty years of cultivation, and in the end, it was inferior to finding a good teacher…
Heh…
Is it laughable?
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