20demayo Chapter 68 Let's make our move, Azu!
Chapter 68 Let's make our move, Azu!
"Ancestor Yan, stand up." Tang San's voice carried a barely perceptible gritted teeth. "Today, we will fight a battle of spirits to determine who is superior."
Yan Zu slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils calm and unwavering. He glanced at him, then slowly stood up, his tone indifferent: "Boring. I have no interest in fighting with you."
In his view, fighting a narrow-minded person like Tang San was a complete waste of time, especially since the great god Tang Hao was lurking in the shadows, preventing him from going all out. Otherwise? Ha, he wouldn't know why flowers are so red until he beat Tang San until his face was covered in bruises (Does anyone know where these two sentences come from?).
Besides, the two are on different paths and will soon part ways, so there's no need to create further entanglement.
But his indifference was interpreted as blatant contempt by Tang San. Tang San's face instantly darkened, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms: "You don't dare? Or are you afraid of losing to me? Afraid that everyone will know that you're only stronger than me because of good luck?"
Yan Zu turned to leave, too lazy to respond. This kind of provocation was meaningless to him.
Seeing that Yan Zu remained unmoved and was about to leave, Tang San's anger finally erupted. He was convinced that Yan Zu was afraid, and only by defeating Yan Zu could he regain his attention and make Xiao Wu look at him with new eyes.
"Stop!" Tang San shouted, his pace suddenly accelerating. He unleashed the Ghost Shadow Phantom Technique, his figure elusive, his right hand forming a claw as he aimed straight for Yan Zu's shoulder—he actually attacked directly!
Yan Zu frowned slightly, his body remaining still. With a slight shift of his feet, his Wind God Leg technique flowed naturally, allowing him to dodge the grab at the last second. Tang San's attack missed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before his offensive intensified. He unleashed a series of attacks—Mysterious Jade Hand, Crane Control and Dragon Capture, and Ghost Shadow Perplexing—each pressing relentlessly.
However, Yan Zu remained calm and composed. His footwork was subtle and his movements were like willow catkins in the wind, perfectly dodging Tang San's attacks each time, without even releasing his martial spirit. Tang San's attacks seemed fierce, but they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
"I told you, I don't want to fight with you." Yan Zu dodged another palm strike, his tone still calm.
Tang San gritted his teeth, his anger intensifying. He suddenly activated his spirit power, his first spirit ring lit up, and Blue Silver Grass shot out from the ground like a venomous snake, coiling towards Yan Zu's ankle—he had finally used his spirit.
"Stubborn to the end." A hint of impatience flashed in Yan Zu's eyes. Without moving, Xiao Yu on his shoulder suddenly let out a low cry, and silver-blue starlight instantly enveloped his body—his second soul skill, "Azure Jade Protection," was activated, and a layer of warm azure shield firmly protected him.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—" The Blue Silver Grass fiercely wrapped around the shield, but was repelled by the starlight on the shield, unable to get even a fraction closer to Yan Zu.
Tang San's pupils contracted, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He then activated his second soul skill without hesitation: "Second Soul Skill, Parasitism!"
Tiny blue silver grass seeds quietly landed on the shield, attempting to penetrate it and parasitize Yan Zu, but they were still crushed and turned to ashes upon contact.
Yan Zu slightly moved his feet, unleashing the Spiral Nine Shadows Body Technique. His figure flashed like a ghost, instantly appearing in front of Tang San. His right hand formed a sword shape with his fingers together, and a wisp of condensed Nine Yin Qi energy pointed towards Tang San's wrist.
"Ugh!" Tang San felt a numbness in his wrist, and the soul power he used to activate the Blue Silver Grass instantly stalled, causing the Blue Silver Grass around him to wither. He subconsciously stepped back, his heart filled with shock—Yan Zu had actually suppressed him so easily?
Yan Zu stood still, his tone remaining indifferent: "I've said it before, I have no interest in fighting you. Stop now, and don't humiliate yourself any further."
These words shattered Tang San's pride completely. Looking at Yan Zu's composed demeanor, he thought of the missed opportunity with the Star Dou Soul Hunter, and the embarrassment of being easily suppressed. Jealousy and anger intertwined in his heart, and his reason was instantly consumed by rage.
"You're courting death!" A sinister glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. His left hand slid silently to his waist, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, a jet-black sleeve dart was launched silently. The internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong was instantly injected into it, and the dart gleamed with a ghostly blue light—this was a modified version of the original silent sleeve dart, which he had improved by adding the venom of the Datura snake. It was a deadly weapon that would kill on contact with blood.
Just as Yan Zu was about to turn and leave, he suddenly caught a very faint sound of something cutting through the air—
"Hmph." Yan Zu's lips curled into a cold sneer. Without even raising his eyelids, he casually flicked his right hand to his side. The pebbles on the ground were enveloped by the Nine Yin internal force, turning into a blur that precisely struck the tip of the sleeve dart.
With a soft "ding," the trajectory of the hidden arrow was instantly disrupted. It flew out obliquely with a piercing tremor and heavily embedded itself in an old locust tree not far away. The arrow's fletching trembled on its own, and the pale blue venom left a thin black spot on the tree bark.
Yan Zu's dark eyes had lost all their calmness, replaced by a chilling coldness. He looked at Tang San, who was still holding a small metal crossbow in his hand, clearly having failed in his sneak attack and had no time to hide it.
"Tang San, you really are a shameless scoundrel." Yan Zu's eyes were cold, and his tone was full of undisguised contempt. "When you are no match for the Soul Fighter, you resort to poisoned hidden weapons to ambush and kill people. What a vicious mind you have."
He asked himself if he had ever provoked Tang San. He never expected that Tang San would resort to such unscrupulous means in what was merely a youthful squabble and verbal exchange.
But then he thought back to his past life, in his memories, this person had only had a minor argument with the gatekeeper of Notting Academy before he decided to kill him. Now that he had lost the battle, he secretly tried to kill him, which was consistent with his vengeful, ruthless, and cold-blooded nature.
Tang San paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, clearly not expecting his sneak attack to be so easily neutralized. But he quickly regained his composure, his tone as calm as if he had merely done something insignificant:
"I just wanted to test your strength." Tang San raised his chin, forcing himself to meet Yan Zu's gaze. "It seems you do have some skill."
"A test?" Yan Zu lightly brushed away the grass clippings from his sleeve, a gesture that made Tang San's pupils suddenly contract—it was blatant contempt. "A test with a sleeve arrow coated with datura venom? Tang San, do you know that if I had reacted even a fraction slower, I would already be a corpse by now?"
He took a step forward, and the temperature on the training ground suddenly dropped. Tang San felt a chill run down his spine and straight to the top of his head, as if he had been locked onto by a predator at the top of the food chain, and he subconsciously took a half step back.
The commotion on the sidelines finally alerted the others. Xiao Wu was the first to rush over, her pink scorpion braid arcing through the air. Seeing the hidden arrow on the old locust tree and the crossbow in Tang San's hand, she instantly bristled: "Tang San! You actually ambushed A-Zu! That's outrageous!"
Ning Rongrong followed closely behind, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda instantly appearing in her palm. Her tone was filled with intense anger: "Tang San, have you gone mad? You lost the Soul Battle, so you resort to dirty tricks, even using poisoned hidden weapons. Are you trying to kill your ancestor?"
Zhu Zhuqing was the last to emerge, and the aura of the Netherworld Cat was quietly released. She stared coldly at Tang San, and her soul power was faintly agitated, clearly indicating that she was also angry.