manynovel Chapter 158 Afterimage Fist
Chapter 158 Afterimage Fist
Tang San felt as if he had lost all his strength; his legs went weak, and he slowly knelt down on the ground.
With trembling hands, he gently held Xiao Wu's small head tightly in his warm embrace.
For some reason, at that very moment, an indescribable pain surged into his heart like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming his entire being.
"Xiao Wu... what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
Tang San's voice was filled with undisguised fear and anxiety, as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.
You must understand that being hit by Mir's incredibly powerful winged fist is a direct strike to the soul, and the effect is unimaginable.
In mild cases, the person may fall into a coma on the spot; in severe cases, they may even die on the spot!
Since it was just a competition, Mi'er held back. But even so, Xiao Wu, as someone who was experiencing such a strong impact on the soul level for the first time, was still overwhelmed by her fragile soul and quickly entered a self-protective state, which led to her falling into a mild coma.
Tang San's mastery of poison and hidden weapons is unparalleled, which is why he also has a deep understanding of the meridians and blood vessels in the human body.
At this moment, he carefully extended his fingers and gently placed them on Xiao Wu's slender wrist, while using his magical Purple Demon Eyes to take in everything that had just happened.
After careful investigation, he roughly understood Xiao Wu's current situation.
Then, suppressing his grief, Tang San gently lifted Xiao Wu from the ground, as if afraid of waking her from her sleep.
With heavy steps, he walked step by step to the edge of the arena and carefully handed Xiao Wu to Liu Erlong, who was already waiting there.
Seeing Liu Erlong take Xiao Wu, Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry in his eyes did not diminish at all.
Immediately afterwards, Tang San raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears that kept sliding down his cheeks.
However, when he turned to face Wu Heyi on the ring, his once gentle face instantly became ferocious and terrifying, and endless rage burned in his eyes.
He opened his mouth and let out a deafening roar: "Wu Heyi, today I will take your life!"
Uh, a roar came, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, and Wu Heyi trembled and involuntarily shook.
"Hey, hey, hey! What do you want? I didn't start it, so why do you always come looking for trouble?"
Wu Heyi was filled with grievance and confusion, and his voice unconsciously rose eight octaves.
Since the start of the battle, he hasn't had a chance to make a move. However, no matter who in Tang San's group gets injured, the blame always inexplicably falls on him.
Thinking of this, Wu Heyi felt both helpless and angry, and pondered to himself:
"Does this mean that if someone is even remotely connected to me, all the blame will be placed on me? This is practically forcing me to take action!"
Wu Heyi couldn't help but reach up to touch his forehead, a slightly embarrassed and bitter smile on his face.
However, at this moment, Tang San suddenly flew into a rage. His eyes widened, his face was full of anger, his left fist suddenly pulled back, and then he punched forward with all his might, rushing straight towards Wu Heyi with a sharp gust of wind.
But something unexpected happened. Although Tang San had already used all his special skills, such as the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the Mysterious Jade Hand, and the Purple Demon Eye, the situation was still unexpected.
But his powerful strike was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no point of impact, and it hit empty air.
When Tang San realized something was wrong and hurriedly turned around to check, he was shocked to find that what he had just punched was merely a phantom image left behind by Wu Heyi!
"Tang San, do you really think I'm only good at spirit skills? Hahahaha!"
Wu Heyi's voice, filled with contempt and provocation, rolled in from one side like a thunderclap.
At this moment, Tang San exuded a chilling aura, like an extremely ferocious beast, but in stark contrast, his heart was as calm as still water.
Through his experiences in his past life, he had already realized that no matter what situation he was in, staying calm was always the primary rule for survival.
Tang San walked slowly toward the place where Wu Heyi had spoken, with steady and firm steps.
He stretched out his right hand and gently reached forward, but what he touched was only a phantom shadow.
This feeling was like being treated like a monkey and being mocked at will. What angered Tang San even more was that even though he had activated his Purple Demon Eyes, which could see through all illusions, he still couldn't catch Wu Heyi's slightest movement.
"Hmph, don't be so naive as to think that my trip to the Lake of Life is nothing more than a relaxing picnic!"
Wu Heyi's sarcastic words rang out again, but this time the situation was different; his voice actually circled around Tang San.
Immediately afterwards, five identical figures suddenly appeared around Tang San, each exuding a powerful aura, like five unshakeable war gods.
Faced with such a situation, how could Tang San be foolish enough to abandon his powerful martial soul and rely solely on his iron fists?
He muttered incantations, and in an instant, thick strands of blue silver grass sprouted from the ground, intertwining and entwining with each other at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into incredibly sturdy blue silver cages, firmly trapping the five clones and rendering them completely immobile.
"Heh, so what if you can create clones? Do you think you can escape my grasp? Don't be naive! Even if you have such abilities, you'll still be firmly trapped by my martial spirit in the end!"
Tang San's lips curled up slightly, and a glimmer of confidence rekindled in his previously dim eyes.
However, just as Tang San was regaining some confidence, something unexpected happened.
Wu Heyi reappeared like a ghost, his speed so fast that no one could react in time. Then, with a muffled thud, Wu Heyi's fist slammed into Tang San's cheek.
"Are you stupid? You actually thought you could trap me? That's just wishful thinking!"
Wu Heyi's mocking laughter echoed in the air, as if it were a merciless sarcasm to Tang San's words.
Tang San was completely stunned by Wu Heyi's sudden attack and was totally bewildered.
He never expected that even after unleashing the power of his martial soul, he still couldn't trap the guy in front of him.
What shocked Tang San even more was that, before he could even come to his senses, three or four more figures that looked exactly like Wu Heyi appeared around him one after another.
These clones are not only numerous, but each one has a different action and posture. Some are waving their fists, while others stand there quietly, like a sculpture.
"Hehe, how about that? Now you know how powerful it is, right? Let me explain it to you properly!"
Wu Heyi's voice came from each of his clones almost simultaneously, like an echo coming from all directions, making it difficult to discern their true location.
"The skill I'm using is called the Afterimage Fist! It's an extremely profound martial art."
By employing techniques of high-speed movement and controlling one's own aura, one can create a realistic illusionary afterimage on the spot.
So even if you think you've trapped me with your martial spirit, you've only captured a phantom of me!
"Hahahaha..." As Wu Heyi finished speaking, his triumphant laughter echoed throughout the entire space.
Hearing Wu Heyi's detailed explanation, Tang San looked disdainful.
For him, no matter how exquisite the opponent's moves were, as long as they were in front of his magical Purple Demon Eyes, all fast movements would become as slow as if they were playing in slow motion.
Therefore, he would never easily believe the nonsense Wu Heyi was spouting.