Chapter 105.

Dai Mubai stood dumbfounded for a moment, especially Oscar, feeling a numbing sensation throughout his body.

"This is Eight-Stage Drop. Once Xiao Wu closes in, escape is nearly impossible for most." Tang San explained in a hushed tone.

"Quite impressive." Oscar remarked, swallowing hard.

"He's not dead, right?" Ma Hongjun glanced at him, "If he died that easily, he wouldn't be a soul master..."

"Don't worry, he's fine. He's just dislocated all over. He'll probably be bedridden for a month! This kind of scoundrel deserves it!" Xiao Wu snorted. "I find it quite easy to deal with him despite him being at Soul Ancestor level."

Several people felt a twinge of embarrassment.

Dai Mubai coughed a few times. Even though he can endure the Eight-Stage Drop, it wouldn't leave him feeling great. Contending with the control system was a challenge, to say the least.

"Xiao Wu, don't resort to this method to handle enemies in the future, it's too risky...and intimate" Tang San approached Xiao Wu and advised in a low voice.

Xiao Wu blushed, stealing a glance at Tang San. "Brother, are you worried about me?"

Tang San ruffled Xiao Wu's head, the gesture speaking volumes. Xiao Wu lowered her head, gazing at her toes and flicked the scorpion braid behind her.

"We are here to teach a hooligan lesson... not to enjoy some dog food." Ma Hongjun expressed his dissatisfaction of them openly showing their affection.

"People are just sitting by the side and the dog food descends from the heavens." Wang Feng quipped.

Suddenly, he furrowed his brow and whispered a caution, "Be careful!"

At the prompt, everyone was startled. Two shadows suddenly loomed over them, blocking the alley exit.

The pair comprised a tall, robust man and a short, wretched one. The tall man had a certain appeal, while the short and wretched one was even more repugnant than Bu Le. With a lanky frame and large eyes resembling aliens, especially the two-whiskers like beard that reminded Wang Feng of mice...

"You folks, it seems you're more concerned about yourselves..." The short and wretched man emitted a strange cry akin to a drake.

"You think you can escape after hitting our brother?"

"I can't stand this idiot, getting pecked by a wild goose all day long!"

The tall man emitted a ridiculous hoarse cry involuntarily.

Clearly displeased, his entire body seemed immobilized, as if he had exerted every ounce of strength just to utter those words.

"Hahaha, this works out perfectly... Bu Le got finished by Xiao Wu just now and I thought it was a waste of my efforts for coming out!"

Dai Mubai observed the two, squinting with gleaming eyes. He had witnessed Xiao Wu's relentless assault moments ago, and how that Bu Le crumbled under her attack without putting up a fight? He appeared utterly vulnerable. And now, two more?

"Boss Dai, Tang San, Fatty, come on, have a mushroom sausage first..."

Oscar seemed aware that a significant battle was on the horizon, so he handed out one mushroom sausage to each person beforehand.

With the fatty still recovering, it seemed that Tang San, Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu would need to take charge.

"Be cautious, these two might not be pushovers." Tang San eyed the duo warily, his hidden weapons in the sleeves emitting a dazzling light.

His intuition suggested that these two were likely formidable opponents. While dealing with soul masters below level fifty wasn't challenging for the trio's combined strength, handling opponents above level fifty might prove difficult to them.

"What's there to fear? Wang Feng is still with us."

Ma Hongjun quickly stepped aside, delivering a kick to Bu Le before joining Wang Feng. Feeling somewhat sluggish and secure, he said, "I'm injured, can't go all out right now."

Wang Feng found himself perched casually on a sturdy wooden barrel, legs crossed, displaying a nonchalant demeanor as he refrained from initiating any action. Both individuals present were Soul Kings surpassing the fifty-level mark, and fortunately for Tang San and his companions, they were the perfect opponent to test their battle experience and stregth, not to mention the absence of imminent peril as he was here.

"Go!"

Tang San abruptly lunged forward, taking the lead. Dai Mubai, assuming the role of the spearhead, promptly unleashed his martial soul, his physique expanding instantaneously as he launched a direct assault on the duo. Simultaneously, an array of blue-silver vines sprang from the ground, entwining around them in a coordinated effort.

Xiao Wu gracefully leaped onto the vines nearby, seemingly poised for the right moment.

"The state of the world is deteriorating, now, even a handful of cubs of just level 30 dare to launch an attack against us."

Tian Ya, the diminutive and scornful figure, couldn't resist a sneer. His body quivered and in an instant, five soul rings materialized—one white, two yellow, and two purple. A small knife like blade also manifested in his grasp.

"Watch out! It's a five rings Soul King!" exclaimed Tang San, his eyes widening in astonishment.

Swish!

Tian Ya brandished the broken blade, effortlessly slicing through the Blue-Silver Grass.

Simultaneously, the tall man also revealed five soul rings, and a black mist emanated, disorienting Dai Mubai.

"I can't sense anything! Another five rings Soul King?" Dai Mubai unleashed a strike of White Tiger Intense Light Wave into the obscurity, but it proved futile.

"Purple Demon Eye!" Tang San's eyes gleamed purple as he scrutinized the black mist, failing to discern any information about the adversary—a surprising revelation even for him.

"This martial soul is quite intriguing," remarked Wang Feng, observing the unfolding situation.

Within the black fog, the enemy obscured targeting and even exhibited perception-shielding effects, particularly potent when facing two opponents.

"I fear these three may be in for a tough time." Wang Feng speculated, recognizing the significant restraint the tall Soul Hall imposed on Tang San at that moment.

Suddenly, a surge in the dark mist enveloped Dai Mubai!

In that critical moment, Tang San felt an ominous premonition and urgently shouted to Xiao Wu perched on the vines, "Xiao Wu, stay out of that black mist! It's perilous!"

As his words echoed, several flashes erupted within the black mist. Accompanied by muffled sounds, Dai Mubai was forcefully expelled from the darkness. However, he bore numerous injuries, his arms lacerated by sharp blades.

"In that black mist, I couldn't sense a thing!"

Dai Mubai, now half kneeling on the ground, accepted the grilled sausage offered by Oscar. Speaking in a subdued tone, he continued, "The sword-wielding Soul King is incredibly swift. Within the black mist, they easily detected my attacks and I couldn't pinpoint the enemy's location. Thankfully, I managed to use the White Tiger Shield to hold my ground."

Dai Mubai glanced at his arm with a mix of relief and concern, as wisps of mist still lingered around it.

"Mubai's poisoned. The Soul King's soul ability that injured you is toxic... Oscar!" Tang San's expression darkened.

Dealing with a Soul King is proving to be a formidable challenge. The substantial gap in soul power, coupled with the adversary's martial soul—especially the enigmatic black mist—presented considerable difficulties. Their seamless cooperation, once in close quarters, seemed potentially fatal.

"Hey, Fatty, any strength left? Use the Phoenix FireWire and White Tiger Intense Light Wave together with Mu Bai and direct them into the black mist... Let's attempt to disperse it!" Tang San recalled the divergent thinking Brother Feng had mentioned over the past three months. Combining soul abilities and soul skills wasn't exclusive to him, it extended to his teammates as well.

"Good thinking."

Wang Feng acknowledged with a subtle nod, appreciating Tang San's ingenuity. Despite the mysterious nature of the black mist, a potent burst of air could potentially unveil the two concealed figures. The collision of Phoenix FireWire and White Tiger Intense Light Wave, both long-range attacks, was precisely the strategy to achieve this outcome.

In the ensuing chaos, Tang San deployed his Blue Silver Grass to unleash a barrage of hidden weapons, a skill he meticulously maintained even after three months of training. He had even crafted a hidden tool resembling Godly Zhuge Crossbow in Suotuo City, fulfilling Ning Rongrong's request on behalf of the seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Clan.

"While the plan seems sound, its effectiveness remains uncertain. After all, these two are Soul Kings surpassing the fifty-level mark," cautioned Ma Hongjun as both he and Dai Mubai stood up simultaneously.

Tang San took the initiative, casting a web of restraints into the black mist. However, the figures within promptly severed the cobwebs. Undeterred, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai unleashed two intense waves—one white and one red—directly into the black fog, causing a violent air vibration.

Fortunately, the black mist dissipated, revealing the two concealed figures.

Sensing the opportune moment, Tang San hurled a barrage of hidden weapons—arrows, piercing nails, and crossbow arrows—towards the exposed adversaries. Strangely, these normally difficult-to-evade projectiles were seemingly effortlessly avoided by the enigmatic pair.

This unexpected turn left Tang San perplexed and alarmed. Even soul kings exceeding level fifty, no matter how robust their physical prowess, shouldn't be capable of completely dodging such attacks. Moreover, his hidden weapon boasted an unrivaled offense, typically catching opponents off guard. It was reminiscent of the situation with Zhao Wuji.

"What's going on?"

Dai Mubai expressed surprise, "Tang San's hidden weapons are usually unavoidable and if it's the first time someone faces them, they're bound to suffer. How did they..."

Wang Feng interjected, "These individuals aren't necessarily swift. However, darkness plays a crucial role in the efficacy of hidden weapons. It implies that this tool requires a concealed environment and no one knowing about it is paramount. Tang San might have inadvertently exposed his arsenal to their scrutiny."

"But they aren't familiar with hidden weapons. They shouldn't have any defense against them..." Ma Hongjun inquired.

"Why assume they're unaware?" Wang Feng glanced at Ma Hongjun.

"Hidden weapons might not be a familiar concept, but what if they can discern the contents of Tang San's body? They could have perceived all the concealed weapons scattered throughout his clothes. Even without understanding them as hidden weapons, they would be on guard."

This revelation left the group in bewilderment. Many of Tang San's hidden weapons proved ineffective, with only a few managing to hit the pair. Unfortunately, these strikes weren't in critical areas and being Soul Kings, the two sustained no serious injuries.

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