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Chapter 729 Piercing Tang 3, Stinging Eight Holes in Him
Chapter 729 Piercing Tang San, Striking Eight Holes
With his thoughts racing, Tang San's body moved without pause. Using the force of the rebound, he spun around, unleashing the Ghost Shadow Step, and charged forward again, swinging his hammer at Meng Yiran.
This blow was exceptionally fierce.
It's hard to say exactly how much frustration and resentment was hidden inside.
Tang San's mentality was not so easily broken, but his three previous offensive attacks not only failed to pose any threat to Meng Yiran, but also put him at a disadvantage, with Meng Yiran overwhelming him.
This undoubtedly made him feel frustrated.
With this fourth strike, Tang San wanted to reverse the tide and vent his anger, so he was quite fierce.
The Dance of the Chaotic Cloak grows stronger with each swing, its speed increasing exponentially, and its attack power multiplies. By the fourth strike, its attack power is already eight times that of the first strike.
However, Meng Yiran was no pushover either.
The snow-white spear in her hand moved like a dragon, its strokes startling and carrying a surge of icy coldness as it swept out, not only neutralizing Tang San's fourth hammer blow but also knocking him back once again.
The two have different grades of martial spirits, but they each have their own characteristics.
The Haotian Hammer excels in its weight, immense power, and domineering strength. It is all about using sheer force to overcome all obstacles and destroy everything in its path.
Meng Yiran's dragon spear, on the other hand, excels in its versatility and diverse attack methods, making it both offensive and defensive, and thus the king of all-around long weapons among cold weapons.
The power of a ten-foot-tall figure is nothing more than this.
Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer and Meng Yiran's Dragon Spear each have their own advantages and disadvantages. However, the Clear Sky Hammer, which should have the upper hand in the contest of strength, was once again suppressed by Meng Yiran's Dragon Spear.
Tang San was shocked to be sent flying several meters away, but he refused to believe it and swung the Clear Sky Hammer again, launching a continuous attack, one hammer blow after another.
On the other side, Meng Yiran's attacks were like a rainbow, continuous and powerful, each shot stronger than the last.
Moreover, her attacks were even more relentless.
Often, when Tang San swung his hammer, Meng Yiran would thrust out two spears. One spear would block and suppress Tang San's chaotic hammer strikes, while the other spear would target Tang San's lower body, hindering and slowing down his movements.
This caused Tang San considerable distress.
As time went by, Tang San gradually began to find himself in dire straits and became increasingly embarrassed.
The combined attack power of the Chaotic Cloak Dance was barely enough to defeat Meng Yiran.
The opponent's strength seemed to be much greater than he had imagined. His shooting was ever-changing and extremely difficult to deal with, and the power of each shot was stronger than the last, not inferior to his own Chaotic Cloak Dance, and even surpassing it.
On the other hand, look at himself.
As the Chaotic Cloak Dance stacks up and the number of attacks increases, it becomes increasingly difficult to control, gradually restricting one's ability to unleash their full potential.
Adding to the threat posed by Meng Yiran, the pressure was immense.
With the slightest carelessness, or a single misstep, all the hard work put into this elaborate, chaotic dance could be wasted.
Tang San looked quite disheveled at this moment.
On one hand, he had to mobilize all his strength to fight the chaotic cloak dance, on the other hand, he had to try his best to control the terrifying force that had accumulated so much that it would get out of control, and he also had to be on guard against Meng Yiran's unpredictable gun attacks. He was really in a flurry of activity.
Meng Yiran's spear technique was not only wide-ranging and powerful, but also exquisite. Combined with the extreme icy and snowy aura surrounding her, the spear's momentum was vast, chilling, and extremely threatening.
A single thrust of the spear seemed capable of astonishing the world.
In the twenty-fifth round, Tang San was at a disadvantage and was sent flying more than ten meters away. The Chaotic Cloak Dance was successfully stacked up to the twenty-fifth strike.
In the forty-seventh round, Tang San was still at a disadvantage and was directly knocked away. His hand holding the Clear Sky Hammer split open, and blood flowed out. The Dance of the Chaotic Cloak finally reached the forty-third strike.
In the sixty-third round, Tang San was once again at a disadvantage. His body was swept away by a spear, his internal organs shifted, and he spat out blood. He barely managed to stack up his Chaotic Cloak Dance to the sixty-third strike.
Finally, he reached the sixty-fourth hammer strike. Compared to the ultimate hammer strike of the eighty-oneth hammer strike, there was still a long way to go, but Tang San had already reached his limit.
"We can't delay any longer."
Just as the Dance of the Chaotic Cloak had finally reached the sixty-fourth strike, his physical endurance was greatly reduced due to his injury, making it impossible to continue stacking the attack.
Tang San made a quick and decisive decision, abandoning the idea of continuing to add more layers of the Chaotic Cloak Dance.
The sixty-three previous attacks were all incorporated into this sixty-fourth strike, which was then unleashed upon Meng Yiran on the opposite side.
Meng Yiran seemed to have anticipated Tang San's move, and suddenly thrust her dragon spear forward, once again unleashing her strongest soul skill in dragon spear form.
The fourth soul ring skill of the Black Ten Thousand Years, Dragon Spear Soul Transformation, is activated.
A familiar scene has reappeared.
With a deep dragon roar, Meng Yiran's slender body, along with the dragon spear in her hand, vanished, replaced by a seven-meter-long, pure white ice dragon.
The enormous dragon head suddenly rose, and an even more terrifying force of ice and snow pressed down from the dragon's body, like a ferocious beast from ancient times, bringing immense mental pressure.
A chilling, extreme cold suddenly erupted outwards from where Meng Yiran had originally been.
Wherever the icy chill passed, everything was covered in frost and turned into ice and snow.
In an instant, the competition venue, which was already covered in frost, became even whiter, and the area covered in ice and snow became even larger.
At this moment, Tang San finally understood what Dai Mubai had felt earlier.
The moment the enormous ice and snow dragon materialized, Tang San felt a powerful pressure suddenly rush towards him, and his entire body was enveloped in an extreme cold.
The extreme, icy aura was pervasive, as if it wanted to freeze everything completely.
The cold air invaded the body from all parts of the skin, causing the soul power within the body to involuntarily stagnate, giving the illusion that it was about to solidify into frost and turn into ice and snow.
But at this point, Tang San couldn't care less about anything else.
The arrow was already on the string and had to be released; the Dance of the Chaotic Cloak had reached its limit, and the sixty-fourth hammer had taken shape.
Tang San didn't have time to think and immediately smashed it out.
Just as Tang San unleashed the strongest strike of his Chaotic Cloak Dance, Meng Yiran also controlled the ice and snow dragon transformed from the Dragon Spear and suddenly pressed forward.
With a resounding dragon roar, the massive ice dragon charged forward with an overwhelming momentum, its chilling aura turning the entire world white.
Boom—
The roar was like a thunderous explosion, producing a deafening rumble.
The black tornado-like hammer winds collided suddenly with the white icy aura, and without any further stalemate, the outcome was decided in an instant.
Tang San's body was struck as if by lightning, and he was thrown twenty or thirty meters away. The Clear Sky Hammer was also thrown out of his hand, spinning around and drawing a comical arc in the air.
It eventually crashed down not far from Tang San.
This time, Meng Yiran on the other side also seems to be unable to escape the same fate.
Her body was also impacted, sliding backward for ten meters. Her face turned pale, and a little blood seeped from her lips, indicating that she had suffered a minor injury.
But compared to Tang San, her situation is much better.
In this duel, it was clear that Meng Yiran still had the upper hand.
"puff--"
A mouthful of sweet and foul-smelling blood gushed from Tang San's throat, spitting out onto the ground with a "plop".
Seeing that his opponent didn't seem to be seriously injured, Tang San was extremely frustrated. Even the Chaotic Cloak Dance couldn't do anything to her? Did he have to use the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian?
No, it cannot be used directly.
Although the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian are powerful, with my current strength, the power I can unleash is at most comparable to the successfully stacked Chaotic Cloak Dance, and I may not be able to defeat my opponent in one fell swoop.
Therefore, we must outsmart them.
Only by creating the most favorable conditions for Haotian's Nine Absolute Techniques, and then unleashing them when the opponent is unprepared, can we achieve a surprise effect, completely defeat Meng Yiran, and win this match.
As his thoughts raced, Tang San made his decision.
He decided to prove to everyone present that victory doesn't necessarily depend on strength; wisdom and planning can achieve it just as well.
Taking a deep breath, Tang San calmed his disordered breathing and used his Xuan Tian Gong internal energy to forcefully suppress his agitated internal organs, allowing them to return to their original positions and stabilize.
Then, he gently waved his hand and used his soul power to pull the Haotian Hammer, which had fallen not far away, back into his left hand.
Directly opposite.
Meng Yiran raised her hand and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth. The snow-white dragon spear returned to her hand, but it quickly transformed back into the form of a snake staff, appearing weak and dull, as if its soul power was insufficient.
Tang San happened to witness this scene, which immediately boosted his confidence, making him feel that he could do it again.
But what he didn't know was...
All of this was deliberately staged by Meng Yiran for him, including her injuries, the blood at the corner of her mouth, and her lack of soul power—it was all an act.
In fact, Tang San's Chaotic Cloak Dance might cause Meng Yiran some trouble, but not much, and it wouldn't be enough to harm her.
The injury Meng Yiran sustained was actually caused by her deliberately getting close to the source; even the blood at the corner of her mouth was forced out.
If I weren't afraid of appearing too strong and scaring Tang San into admitting defeat...
Meng Yiran didn't want to do anything that would humiliate her, after all, she had prepared a big surprise for Tang San, which she hadn't given him yet, how could she let him get away with it?
Tang San initially doubted whether Meng Yiran was faking it, but then he thought that she had already fought three battles in a row, and it was only natural that she would suffer minor injuries due to her weakened soul power.
Otherwise, if you can't even hurt a single hair on someone's head, wouldn't you look like a complete waste?
So Tang San convinced himself, completely unaware of the slight upturn at the corner of Meng Yiran's lips.
Exhaling a long breath, Tang San no longer hesitated, stepping on Ghost Shadow Clone Technique, and launched an attack on Meng Yiran opposite him.
"First Soul Skill, Blue Silver Entanglement."
During his charge, Tang San actually retracted the Clear Sky Hammer into his body and instead summoned his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, immediately unleashing a Blue Silver Entanglement.
He had noticed it earlier; Meng Yiran's martial spirit had changed back from the dragon spear form to the familiar serpent staff form.
His Blue Silver Grass martial spirit finally found a use.
Blue Silver Grass's first spirit ring skill, Blue Silver Entanglement, activates instantly.
A dozen or so strangely shaped, dark blue-black Blue Silver Grasses suddenly sprouted from around Tang San without warning, and then swarmed towards Meng Yiran opposite him.
Seeing this familiar scene, Meng Yiran frowned again, but in order to give Tang San a big gift, she could only suppress her disgust and release the two skills of snake body and snake blade.
Using her snake body, Meng Yiran slipped out of the encirclement of Blue Silver Grass.
Meanwhile, the serpent staff in his hand unleashed a powerful attack, its serpent blades slicing through any Blue Silver Grass that tried to get close.
I won't let them touch my body in the slightest.
The blue silver entanglement failed to restrain Meng Yiran, but a purplish-black cage that followed completely enveloped her.
It was Blue Silver Grass's fourth soul skill, Blue Silver Prison.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tang San's figure flashed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already traversed thirty or forty meters, silently arriving in front of the blue silver cage that was restricting Meng Yiran's movements.
The Blue Silver Cage had the ability to block vision, and Meng Yiran seemed not to notice that Tang San had already come to her.
Tang San didn't use any more soul skills. He dispersed the Blue Silver Grass in his left palm and took out the Clear Sky Hammer in his right hand.
As the Blue Silver Grass martial soul was retrieved, the Blue Silver Cage released by Tang San also instantly collapsed, revealing Meng Yiran's incredibly charming figure.
Seeing Meng Yiran still looking bewildered, as if she hadn't expected him to be standing in front of her at all.
Tang San grinned smugly, showing no mercy whatsoever, and swung his Clear Sky Hammer down from above.
"Haotian Jiu"
A chilling voice came from Tang San's mouth, indicating that he was about to unleash the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian, and the dark, thick Haotian Hammer was about to strike Meng Yiran.
At that moment, something completely unexpected happened.
"Haotian Jiu what? Hmm?"
After a brief silence, a clear and melodious sound rang out in the room.
The voice was pleasant to hear, but it sounded devoid of emotion, exuding an endless chill.
These words were not spoken by Tang San, but by his opponent, Meng Yiran.
Yes, just a moment before, he intended to use the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian to send Meng Yiran to her death.
"Ugh!"
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with terror.
Looking down at his body, he saw eight bloody holes, all pierced through.
Two are on the arms, one on each side; two are on the legs, also one on each side; the remaining four are distributed on the torso, two on the shoulders and two on the abdomen, all distributed symmetrically from side to side.
Looking across at the other side again, he couldn't help but show a hint of confusion and bewilderment.
All that could be seen on Meng Yiran's back were eight unusual, even bizarre, arthropod-like objects.
Upon closer inspection, they appear to be spider legs, each measuring 1.5 meters in length, sharp as spears, and entirely purple in color, gleaming and emitting a faint purple glow under the sunlight.
The eight large holes in his body were caused by these eight strange spider legs.
(End of this chapter)