At this moment, Xin was also watching the spectacle with keen interest from the side.
Things were getting more and more interesting.
This Tang Chen, he should be the most skilled with the Clear Sky Hammer right now, right?
Great-grandson beating grandfather, or ancestor disciplining a junior?
Xin's gaze flickered between the two figures, calm yet deeply observant. To an outsider, it looked like a simple clash of strength, but to him, every motion carried meaning. Tang San's control, his timing, the transitions between techniques—each revealed both talent and inexperience. Meanwhile, Tang Chen's movements were like a living textbook, refined to a terrifying degree despite his injuries.
A faint smile appeared on Xin's face. This kind of battle was rare, and far more valuable than any lecture.
"Brat, your Clear Sky Hammer technique is good, but it's still lacking in refinement."
"Tell this old man, who is your grandfather, which bastard is he?"
As the originator of the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes and the creator of the Great Sumeru Hammer, Tang Chen had long achieved a state of unity with the Clear Sky Hammer, allowing him to precisely predict Tang San's every attack.
It was just that this brat's movement technique and Blue Silver Grass Spirit were indeed somewhat troublesome.
Tang Chen's eyes sharpened as he shifted his stance slightly, effortlessly avoiding another incoming strike. To him, Tang San's hammer path was clear—too clear. Every swing carried power, but the transitions were still rough, the rhythm not yet fully perfected. Still, the combination with that strange footwork and the ever-lurking Blue Silver Grass made things far less straightforward than they should have been.
If he could be properly nurtured, he should become a standout among the current generation of Clear Sky Sect disciples, destined to take over as Sect Master in the future.
This brought Tang Chen considerable comfort, but what made his old face flush with anger was that this brat simply lacked foresight!
Not only did he fail to recognize his senior, but he also attacked without restraint, even mixing in unfamiliar techniques. To Tang Chen, it felt both impressive and infuriating—a contradiction he could not easily reconcile.
"You're the bastard!"
Hearing this old man continuously insult his relatives, Tang San also became enraged. Another hammer strike fell, and as Tang Chen dodged it, arrows shot out from Tang San's sleeves.
The shift in momentum was immediate. What had been a heavy, forceful assault suddenly turned sharp and unpredictable. The hidden weapons emerged without warning, concealed perfectly within the rhythm of his attacks. It was a seamless transition, one that demonstrated Tang San's true expertise.
He then took the opportunity to widen the distance, speaking to Xin:
"Teacher Su, this is my self-created top-tier Hidden Weapon, the Torrential Pear Blossom Needle."
"Please take a look and see how my talent compares to Meng Yiran and the others?"
His tone carried confidence, but also a hint of urgency. This was his chance to stand out—not just through strength, but through ingenuity. Compared to others, his path had always been different, and this was where he believed he truly shined.
Clank, clank, clank ~
Tang San's wrist twitched slightly, and a series of mechanical clicks sounded from his right hand. Streaks of dark shadows rapidly shot out, converging into thirty-six swift shadows, launching towards Tang Chen.
The air itself seemed to tear as the projectiles shot forward, each needle carrying deadly precision. They were not simply fast—they were coordinated, converging from multiple angles to eliminate any possible escape.
The Torrential Pear Blossom Needle was one of the top three most lethal weapons among the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons mastered by Tang San, capable of instantly killing a ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast. Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to harm Tang Chen.
However, at this moment, Tang Chen was not only severely injured and his strength unrecovered, but he also regarded this battle as a final guidance session for a Sect disciple.
After all, his days were numbered, and he probably wouldn't have the chance to return to the Clear Sky Sect.
So, he wasn't overly cautious towards Tang San; his main focus was on correcting the flaws in Tang San's hammer technique.
Even as the needles approached, his attention remained divided. Part of him analyzed the trajectory, calculating the optimal response, while another part still lingered on Tang San's earlier strikes, noting imperfections, considering how they might be corrected.
Turning around at this moment, he saw the thirty-six Torrential Pear Blossom Needles shooting out from Tang San's sleeve. An ordinary person would have no time to react.
In the blink of an eye, he blocked thirty-three Torrential Pear Blossom Needles, but his mind momentarily wavered, and three needles slipped through, striking his left leg, left arm, and the front of his chest over his heart. A sharp pain immediately spread throughout his body, and the wounds turned dark purple.
The impact was subtle, but the effect was immediate. Tang Chen's body stiffened for just a fraction of a second, his expression darkening as he felt the poison rapidly spreading through his veins. Even for someone of his caliber, this was no trivial attack.
Yet instead of panic, a strange calm surfaced in his eyes.
So this was the level of the younger generation.
Not bad… but still far from enough.