Tang San carefully used his signature ability, Blue Silver Bind.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he kept a close watch on Chen Ming, wanting to see whether Chen Ming would react in any special way.
But Chen Ming only stood there with his arms crossed, as if he had no thoughts or opinions about any of this.
Could it be that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan didn't spread the news about what happened to them?
That isn't impossible. After all, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan was badly damaged. If that gets exposed, even the sect's survival could be in danger.
Looks like I shouldn't be under any threat for now.
And besides, this Chen Ming is just a guy who got lucky. He actually didn't recognize my Blue Silver Bind.
Could there be a second Spirit Master in the world with Blue Silver Bindas their Spirit Ability?
Tang San began comforting himself inwardly and gradually came to believe his own twisted logic. He felt that in the time ahead he could relax a little and bring out some of his real skills.
Tang San began comforting himself.
Slowly, he even started to believe this twisted logic of his. He felt that during the next part, he could relax a little and show some of his real ability.
What was Tang San best at? Was it his Martial Soul?
Of course not. What he excelled at most were the Tang Sect secret techniques brought over from his previous life.
Even after reincarnating on the Falan Planet for tens of thousands of years, Tang San still could not escape the cage of the Tang Sect. What he used was still the set of techniques from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.
The Douluo Continent could lose Martial Souls, and could even lose the Douluo Continent itself, but hidden weapons were absolutely indispensable!
Tang San stepped with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, using a graceful movement technique to close in on Zhao Wuji.
Then his hands began to glow, turning a jade-white color.
That was the sign of Mysterious Jade Hand.
Tang San gave his sleeve a light flick. Several iron date pit nails slid into his palm and were clamped between his fingers. Then, appearing as though he was striking out with his palm, he quietly shot the nails out under cover of the motion.
The targets of these date pit nails were Zhao Wuji's eyes, ears, throat, and lips. The goal was to injure Zhao Wuji through these weakest vital points, or at least cause him trouble.
The refined-iron date pit nails struck Zhao Wuji's protective Spirit Power and failed to penetrate that thick layer at all. Instead, they forced him to frown in displeasure.
"You young people really don't care about martial virtue. One after another, you try to trick and sneak attack an old comrade like me."
"It's just a spar. Is there really a need to aim for the vital spots?"
Zhao Wuji sighed.
Spirit Power began to surge around him. He took one step forward and completed the possession of his Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul.
Zhao Wuji himself was not especially tall. His body grew more sideways, shaped like a large water jar.
Or perhaps like a double-door refrigerator.
After his Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul possessed him, Zhao Wuji's body grew wildly.
In an instant, his height reached two and a half meters. He stood in place like a giant pillar forged from metal.
Other things could be questioned. But Zhao Wuji's strength was beyond doubt.
After all, not just anyone could, as a Spirit Emperor, face sixteen Spirit Masters of the same level and still carve a bloody path out of the encirclement to escape.
He had no background and no proper teacher. He was purely a rough, self-taught Spirit Master.
Even so, among all rough-background Spirit Masters, Zhao Wuji's talent and strength could be counted among the very best.
In Chen Ming's view, Zhao Wuji might not reach Titled Douluo, but becoming a Spirit Douluo in the future was almost certain.
"It would be rude not to return the favor. I'm going to counterattack now, so be careful."
After giving that warning, Zhao Wuji's second Spirit Ring lit up.
"Second Spirit Ability, Vigorous Vajra Palm."
A huge palm print flew out from Zhao Wuji's hand, striking toward Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing, who was moving around like a ghost while searching for an opening.
With Zhao Wuji's cultivation, even using only his second Spirit Ability, he could easily kill a normal Spirit Emperor.
But because this was a test, not a murder, Zhao Wuji was especially careful when he attacked. The amount of Spirit Power he used was very small.
The Vigorous Vajra Palm looked powerful, but in truth, it was mostly just for show.
"The effects look good, and the performance seems decent too. Turning it into a self-created Spirit Ability shouldn't be hard. Change a few Spirit Power circulation routes, adjust this and that, and I should be able to copy about seventy to eighty percent of it."
"Hmm. Although it has the same name as one of Shaolin's Seventy-Two Supreme Arts, the actual difference is pretty big."
A faint red and blue light shone in Chen Ming's eyes.
He watched the spar closely. Seeing Zhao Wuji send out that palm print, he nodded slightly.
His mind worked quickly, and before long, he had already understood seventy to eighty percent of Zhao Wuji's ability.
The Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul was a rare and special Martial Soul. Even among top Martial Souls, it could be considered excellent.
It was good at defense, strength, and attributes. Its only weakness was speed.
This Martial Soul had very high potential.
It had strong stats and strong mechanics.
It had high attack and high defense, and it also had a natural sensitivity and control over gravity.
If developed well, it could use gravity to greatly increase attack power. It could also temporarily increase speed and explosive power.
In Chen Ming's view, Zhao Wuji wanted to walk both paths.
But because he lacked proper guidance, his development had not been very good.
If Zhao Wuji were only half-talented, then developing both sides like this would have ruined him.
But Zhao Wuji's talent was actually quite good.
So even while spreading himself across both areas, he still performed better than most Spirit Masters.
Tang San barely dodged the Vigorous Vajra Palm. Then he gritted his teeth hard and lightly brushed his hand over the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.
Coin darts, flying swords, flying knives, locust stones, flying spikes, date pit nails…
All kinds of strange hidden weapons were thrown out by Tang San in one breath.
They seemed chaotic, but with Chen Ming's eyesight, he could see some method in them.
The explosive power in Tang San's hands and arms was different. Each finger and each arm movement could give the hidden weapons a different force.
At the same time, when he launched the hidden weapons, he could also send his inner energy into them.
If they were fired in a straight line, the inner energy would directly strengthen their power.
If they were fired in a curve, the added inner energy followed another pattern, using a special method to keep the curved hidden weapons stable.
Some were even more special.
Tang San added two or more layers of inner energy onto them.
Each layer was weak, but they could burst out in midair and give those hidden weapons a second acceleration.
With these special methods and throwing techniques, the hidden weapons could create strange curves in the air.
Or when they looked as if their power had already run out, they could suddenly burst out with even greater speed and force.
Although Chen Ming had a deep fixed impression of Tang San, he still had to nod at this moment.
Tang San's hidden weapon techniques were truly clever.
He had also clearly put great effort into throwing hidden weapons.
Perhaps even Tang San himself had not noticed it.
When throwing these hidden weapons and controlling the flow of inner energy, the calculation ability he showed had already surpassed the vast majority of people in this world.