Chapter 2: Taking Down Tang San with One Shot
"This... how is this possible!"
"A spirit ring configuration of three purples and one black?"
"This heckling bastard, how can he be so strong?"
Compared to the shock of the others, Xiao Wu felt a divine power from Li Xiaoyao that transcended everything.
Out of a Spirit Beast's instinct, she felt a faint aura of death, a discovery that made the hair on Xiao Wu's body stand on end.
Not to mention Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu's shock, even Tang San's scalp went numb from the shock of Li Xiaoyao's spirit ring configuration.
"Hehe! Little scoundrel!"
"What? Are you surprised?"
A mocking curve curled at the corner of Li Xiaoyao's mouth.
Looking at the completely dumbfounded Tang San, he continued to mock, "Little scoundrel, don't say I'm bullying you. I'll let you make the first move!"
"After all, you were the one who challenged me to a duel. Don't tell me you don't even have the confidence to strike?"
As soon as Li Xiaoyao said this, Tang San clenched his fists, his left fingernails behind his back nearly digging into his palm, as waves of shock surged in his heart.
"Damn it, who exactly is this Li Xiaoyao?"
"A Level Forty-Three Soul Ancestor with a spirit ring configuration of three purples and one black..."
"The difference in spirit power between us is too great, and even my Blue Silver Grass Spirit is being suppressed. Even if I use my other Spirit, I definitely won't be his match!"
"It seems... I can only use the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons I've crafted over the years!"
At the thought of Li Xiaoyao's contempt and disdain, a surge of anger built up in Tang San's heart.
He prepared to use his prideful Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, combined with the Hidden Weapon techniques of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, to deal with Li Xiaoyao.
Thus... Tang San slowly reached for the spirit tool on his belt.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
"As expected of a hypocritical, double-standard Little scoundrel!"
Li Xiaoyao naturally saw Tang San's small movements.
But he didn't stop him.
After all, he had said before... he would let Tang San make the first move, and he wouldn't go back on his word.
Although he was wary of Tang Hao hiding in the shadows, it didn't mean he would fear a mere Level 29 Spirit Grandmaster like Tang San.
With the spirit power level and spirit ring configuration he currently displayed, as long as he didn't directly kill Tang San, even Tang Hao hiding in the shadows would find the situation tricky.
After all, it was well known that Tang Hao was a complete slave to his Sect.
Before knowing his identity and background, Tang Hao wouldn't dare to easily offend someone who likely came from a major power.
Of course, Li Xiaoyao wouldn't joke with his own safety; the real reason he was so confident was his set of hundred-thousand-year angel spirit bone set... "Hey! Little scoundrel!"
"Hurry up!"
"I don't have the patience to waste time with you."
Seeing Tang San still dawdling, Li Xiaoyao urged him.
At these words, a cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes.
"Hmph! Arrogant!"
Just as he finished speaking, Tang San's hands brushed over the spirit tool at his waist, and then countless Hidden Weapons carried the sound of breaking air.
—Swoosh—Swoosh—Swoosh—
Plum Blossom Dart, Bone-Piercing Nail, Willow Leaf Knife, Coin Dart, Poison Mist Bomb, Soul-Chasing Deadly Needle, Silent Sleeve Dart, Zhuge Divine Crossbow, Powder Shooting Shadow—nine types of Tang Sect Hidden Weapons fired at once!
The dense array of poisoned Hidden Weapons, all from unimaginably tricky angles, aimed straight for Li Xiaoyao's brow, throat, and heart—the three fatal points. This was Tang San's hidden killing move!
Facing this torrent of Hidden Weapons capable of instantly killing a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, Li Xiaoyao didn't even blink, the sneer at the corner of his mouth growing more intense.
"Heh! Just some petty tricks!"
"Spirit Bone Skill: Spatial Teleportation!"
Before his voice faded, Li Xiaoyao's figure suddenly vanished from the spot, leaving only a faint afterimage behind.
And this was precisely the hundred-thousand-year angel spirit bone Skill—"Spatial Teleportation"!
The absolute Spatial Teleportation allowed him to easily avoid the trajectories of all the Hidden Weapons. Those lethal weapons, like headless flies that had lost their target, whistled toward the distant wall, erupting in a series of dull thuds.
At this sight, Tang San's pupils shrank. Just as he was about to control the Blue Silver Grass to intercept, he saw that Li Xiaoyao had appeared by his side, the flintlock pistol in his right hand slowly aiming at Tang San.
The next second, Li Xiaoyao pulled the trigger. With a loud "Bang," a bullet imbued with Level 43 spirit power shot out like lightning, instantly piercing through Tang San's unformed Blue Silver Grass defense and striking his right waist with undiminished force.
"Puchi!"
The sound of a bullet piercing flesh rang out.
Tang San only felt a tearing pain in his waist. Before he could speak, his body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily into a stone pillar as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Tang San, lying on the ground, turned as pale as paper. The spirit tool at his waist was knocked away by the bullet's impact, and the Hidden Weapons in his hands scattered across the floor.
At the wound on his right waist, warm blood instantly soaked through his clothes, snaking down his waistline and dripping onto the ground. In moments, a small pool of dark red blood accumulated. Tang San fell backward uncontrollably, his consciousness clouding over from the intense pain.
"This... how is this possible..."
Tang San collapsed on the ground, the pallor from blood loss quickly covering his face. He shook his swaying body and barely managed to prop himself up into a kneeling position, waves of shock, anger, and disbelief surging in his eyes. His prideful Tang Sect Hidden Weapons and Mysterious Heaven Skill were defeated in a single move?
Shock, confusion, fear, bewilderment.
Various emotions intertwined and collided in his chest, eventually settling and condensing into a monstrous killing intent in his heart.
"General Principles of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, Rule Three: Once an opponent is identified as an enemy, if they have a way that leads to death, show no mercy, otherwise you will only add to your own troubles!"
Clearly... Li Xiaoyao, who had injured him, "had a way that leads to death."
"Little scoundrel, you seem very weak!"
Li Xiaoyao slowly withdrew the flintlock pistol in his hand, his tone as flat as if he were crushing an ant.
With that strike just now, he had shown mercy.
Otherwise, the position of his shot just now wouldn't have been the kidney, but Tang San's dog head on his shoulders.
Before having absolute certainty of killing Tang Hao, killing Tang San now wouldn't be very cost-effective. Who knows if the Asura God of the Douluo God Realm would intervene.
Once he was targeted by the Asura God, or if that god shamelessly acted against him.
At that time, let alone hunting Xiao Wu, whether he could leave Suotuo City alive would be unknown!
Shaking his head, he suppressed the thoughts in his mind.
Li Xiaoyao looked at the pale, swaying Tang San.
"Hehe! Little scoundrel, you seem very weak!"
When Spirit Masters clash, getting injured is a common occurrence.
Since he couldn't kill Tang San right now, taking this opportunity to give Tang San a good beating wouldn't be a loss.
Of course, beating Tang San was one thing.
Li Xiaoyao also hadn't forgotten the main business.
Just now, he had successfully snatched the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record—