Something felt completely off—twelve out of ten things wrong.
Was Tang San going crazy?
Xiaotian looked at Xiao Wu, feeling a bit helpless. Was this a case of beauty causing disaster?
He guessed Tang San's intention: to defeat him, sway Xiao Wu's heart, and unleash hidden weapons in battle.
Xiaotian chuckled at Tang San's naivety, thinking, "The kid really thinks like a killer."
"Alright then, Tang San," Xiaotian said, "I advise you to give it your all. Otherwise, no matter how many times you try, you won't beat me."
Tang San thought he was close to closing the gap recently and planned to use hidden weapons this time—a sure win, he believed.
His mind was filled with illusions of victory.
Seeing the tension build, Xiao Wu realized she was the cause of the anger and shot Tang San an apologetic glance.
Standing opposed, Tang San initiated his move—"Entanglement of the Mother"—binding Xiaotian in thick Blue Silver Grass.
Xiaotian yawned, radiating overwhelming sword intent that kept the grass at bay.
"Tang San, come on. Just use your full strength. You're pathetic. I'm no longer interested," Xiaotian taunted.
Tang San, accustomed to Xiaotian's insults, remained calm.
"Tang San," Xiaotian added, winking at Xiao Wu, "if you want to impress her, you need to truly win."
Xiao Wu pouted fiercely but without fight—a scene Xiaotian found amusing.
If hitting such a cute face could make her cry, that'd be fun.
Suddenly realizing this might reveal his weird "S" (submission) side, Xiaotian wondered what to do.
Tang San, feeling uneasy as their glances met, saw the warning signs from his background as a killer.
Tang San unleashed a complex attack backed by mystical powers—"Xuanyu Hand," deploying silver needles, daggers, and other hidden weapons at lightning speed.
Xiaotian's sword energy, however, created dozens of sword shadows that effortlessly deflected Tang San's missiles.
Tang San gasped: had Xiaotian's soul power sprung from nowhere?
He didn't know Xiaotian's concealed first soul skill was activated: boosting soul power.
Xiaotian looked disdainfully at Tang San's shattered grass defenses.
"Where's the improved toughness you bragged about?" he mocked.
Tang San, irate, cursed silently.
His "Silent Sleeve" arrows then flew, each potent enough to harm a level 20 soul master.
Xiaotian's lips curled in delight.
But using such superior secret weapons against trivial skills seemed unfair.
He declared, "Sword, to me!"
Sword intent surged fiercely through Xiaotian and his blade.
Enhanced by the power of his soul, Xiaotian's three ultimate sword energies—aggregated in strength—were sufficient.
The energies negated the Silent Sleeve arrows, striking directly at Tang San.
The assault forced Tang San to dodge—a narrow miss.
Xiao Wu gasped, "Watch out!"
Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes scanned dozens of sword shadows, trying to identify the real Xiaotian.
In a final close call, Xiaotian's blade pressed against Tang San's neck.
P.S. This chapter elevates the dramatic tension with fierce displays of sword intent and martial prowess. Xiaotian's superior skills and the chaotic illusions bewilder adversaries, while the rivalry intensifies, leaving the outcome hanging in suspense.
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