Chapter 183 Tang San's Reflection
Tang San's Xuantian Gong was running at a high speed at this time. The approach of death stimulated the huge potential of this former sect disciple.
With the perfect coordination of the Xuanyu Hand and the Purple Demon Eye of the Dragon Controlling Crane Gong, he leaned over to avoid the sharp edge of the silver spear, and pushed the silver spear upward with a crane's beak hand.
Another secret elbow, the left hand bounced out the second flying guard iron spear, and the right arm flicked down to push away the last iron spear.
Tang San's movements were like flowing water, coherent and elegant. He resolved the three fatal attacks one by one, but.
But Yan Sansi came faster, with a flash of cold light, and before Tang San could make any effective reaction, the tip of the spear had already touched Tang San's throat, which was wide open.
Tang San's eyes widened, and his slightly opened lips revealed his surprise at this time. Why, why did Yan Sansi come so quickly.
He felt a small hole pierced in his throat, and blood gushed out from the wound, warm and sticky, and the fear of death enveloped Tang San.
Blood flowed down the tip of the gun, but the tip did not go deeper.
After Yan Sansi introduced himself at the beginning, he said the second sentence of the duel.
"What? Don't you admit defeat?"
Yan Sansi looked at Tang San coldly, without a trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes. He just followed the rules to fight and would not do anything extra. He thought that the opponent in front of him who used despicable means had no chance to resist.
Tang San knew that he had lost. If he did not admit defeat in time, Yan Sansi might really take his life. He did not want to die like this. How could the second life he had finally obtained end here.
"I, admit defeat."
Yan Sansi retracted his martial spirit and walked down the duel stage. Unexpectedly, Tang San covered his neck and called him loudly.
"Excuse me, how did you do that last charge! Can you tell me!"
Tang San endured the pain and asked this question with all his strength. He was shocked by Yan Sansi's last speed. He had never seen such a magical skill.
Yan Sansi turned around, his face full of shock. There was actually someone who could ask this question. Yan Sansi thought Tang San would ask about his soul skills or martial virtues, but he only cared about speed.
This former soldier suddenly thought Tang San was very strange and ridiculous.
"The free martial arts book of the Spirit Hall is the Soul Power Waves book under the physical arts catalog. You don't know it?"
Yan Sansi answered Tang San's question casually without disguising or concealing anything. This martial arts is not a secret, but one of the basic martial arts that the Spirit Hall makes available to everyone.
This tall young man didn't understand why Tang San was interested in this.
Yan Sansi's words were ordinary, but in Tang San's ears, they were like thunder, bombarding his heart.
Such a powerful martial arts, free? Ah? Tang San couldn't believe his ears. What kind of spirit is this!
Tang San was taught to cherish his martial arts since he was a child and not to disclose it to outsiders easily. He even died because of the martial arts. He thought that all sects were like this. He didn't expect the Spirit Hall to be so open or stupid?
The sudden shock to his three views made him ignore the wound on his neck and asked anxiously.
"It's enough to establish a sect for this kind of skills. How can the Spirit Hall be willing to open it to everyone! Why!"
When Yan Sansi heard this, he remembered the days when he and Captain Wei Xiao rescued serfs. After thinking about what those people from the Small Samsara Academy said, Yan Sansi answered frankly.
"If we continue to cherish our knowledge as before, and must rely on the complete personal dependence of our disciples to spread this knowledge, wouldn't the blood of my comrades and I be shed in vain?"
On the stage of the duel, the duel between Tang San and Yan Sansi had ended, and the audience was still boiling with excitement for the wonderful scene just now.
Some of them were disciples from different sects and academies, some were ordinary spirit masters, and some were just ordinary people. They each had different purposes and views, but they were all shocked by the strength of Tang San and Yan Sansi.
"Did you see it just now? It was too fast!" A young man in a blue robe said excitedly to his companions beside him.
"I saw it, I saw it, who is the same as you, Yan Sansi's four soul-breaking guns are really worthy of their reputation, and blood will definitely be drawn once the four guns are fired." His companions responded, they are all fans of Yan Sansi, and they think Yan Sansi's style of speed and skill is very powerful.
"How can soul skills be named like you, but that Tang San has some strength, but unfortunately his martial virtue is not good." Another teenager in a red robe said disdainfully.
The teenager who seemed to be full of justice was disdainful of Tang San's use of hidden weapons.
"That Tang San's attack method is interesting. Unlike martial arts that are mainly used to deal with soul beasts, his throwing method is specialized for humans as imaginary enemies." An old man in a black robe said lightly.
"What do you mean?" The red-robed teenager asked puzzledly. She didn't understand why the old man was interested in Tang San.
"Nothing, everyone has their own way, and I'm not old enough to care about such trivial matters." The old man shook his head and said.
When Tang San retreated from the fighting arena with his hands on his neck, several other Shrek monsters surrounded him with a worried look on their faces, and Oscar stuffed the recovery sausage into his hands.
"Tang San, are you okay? Do you want to bandage your wound?" Ma Hongjun said with concern.
"It's okay, it's okay, this injury is nothing." Tang San forced a smile. Although he said it lightly, he was actually very upset. He was not worried about his injury, but about his identity and beliefs.
Tang San gnawed the sausage silently, but Yan Sansi's words echoed in his mind, cherishing what you have and relying on others, wasn't that the case with the Tang Sect in his previous life?
He remembered the mysterious and powerful sect he once belonged to, the Tang Sect that was famous for its hidden weapons and mechanisms. He remembered the various exquisite skills and techniques he learned there, and also remembered the various experiences he suffered there.
Tang San's thoughts returned to the day on the 1,805-meter-high Ghost Cliff.
"I know that sneaking into the inner sect and stealing the sect's unique skills is unforgivable and not tolerated by the sect rules. But Tang San can swear to heaven that he has never leaked any of the sect's unique skills to the outside world. I said this not to gain the elders' tolerance, but to tell the elders that Tang San has never forgotten his roots. Not before, not in the future."
Why did he jump off the cliff to commit suicide? Because of the sect rules? Because of the grace of raising him? Because he wanted to prove himself? Tang San asked himself, looking for the answer in his heart.
Tang San knew that he had deep feelings and respect for the Tang Sect, but he also had unbearable unwillingness. Why can only inner disciples practice Xuantian Baolu!
For some reason, Tang San remembered the master's practice in Shrek Academy. Although they were both Shrek students, the master seemed to only care about him.
Others just took advantage of him to participate in special training together, and he seemed to be immersed in this "inner disciple treatment" that he had never received.
Thinking about the relationship that the other people had established in these days, is it really necessary for him to be divided into inner and outer sects with them?
Tang San shook his head, as if he was distracted by the shock of this death.
He was making a big fuss. He understood that the master's preference for him was not because of discrimination or exclusion of others, but because he saw his potential and talent.
Regardless of this, Tang San thought that he would take a closer look at the public martial arts manuals of the Spirit Hall when he had the chance.