Tang San himself also felt that something was not quite right.
His current physical symptoms indeed looked like he had been poisoned.
But from the very beginning, ever since he heard Dai Mubai’s warning, he had been extremely careful.
He hadn’t discovered when the poisoning had taken place.
However, this was no longer the time to think about that.
Tang San quickly flipped through the physical descriptions of thousands of poisons in the Tang Sect Poison Classic within his mind, yet he could not find anything that completely corresponded to his current symptoms.
He quickly swept to Xiao Wu’s side.
His right hand clasped her wrist’s pulse point, and as his spirit power probed inward to check, his brows locked even tighter.
Xiao Wu’s heartbeat was accelerating and her blood oxygen was dropping, but there were no obvious poison residues remaining in her Meridians.
This was very similar to the “Carbon Poison” recorded in Tang Sect classics; it was colorless and odorless, did not injure the Meridians, yet had the ability to steal a person’s breath, making it extremely difficult to guard against.
But “Carbon Poison” would normally be accompanied by fire!
Being able to directly manipulate the carbon poison in the air with spirit power to spread it across the entire field already exceeded the scope of traditional poison masters.
Xiao Wu’s symptoms were growing increasingly severe.
Leaning on his shoulder, sweat seeped from her forehead, and her voice was faint and drifting.
“Little San… I can’t muster any strength in my hands and feet…”
Tang San gritted his teeth as he protected her behind him, his gaze abruptly turning cold as he looked up at Qin Yun.
Xiao Wu was the person he cared about most; looking at Xiao Wu’s pale lips, a surge of anger welled up from the bottom of his heart.
His left forearm slightly shook, and the mechanism of the Silent Sleeve Dart inside his cuff quietly sprang open.
Driven by the spring mechanism, three short darts pierced through the air, their angles extremely tricky.
They went straight for Qin Yun’s throat and heart.
Yet the third one suddenly tilted slightly when it reached halfway, tracing an elusive arc as it swept around toward the undefended area under Qin Yun’s right ribs.
However, the instant the darts collided, a crystal-clear crystal shield had long since stood horizontally in front of Qin Yun.
The diamond shield’s surface was as smooth as a mirror.
The sleeve darts nailed onto it one after another, emitting three crisp metal collision sounds of “Ding, ding, ding”, shattering the dart tips without leaving even a trace of a scratch.
Across the translucent shield, Qin Yun quietly looked at Tang San.
The next moment, he raised his finger again and snapped his fingers twice out of thin air.
“Boom, boom——!”
Two explosions simultaneously detonated on Tang San’s left and right sides.
One was half a step in front of his toes, and the other was three inches behind his shoulder.
The shockwaves of the explosions crossed and attacked in a pincer movement, forcibly cutting off Tang San’s Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track footwork right in the middle.
Tang San’s expression changed slightly.
His toes violently twisted on the ground, borrowing the shockwave to roll sideways for a zhang.
When he landed, the fabric on his shoulder had already been scorched pitch-black, and several red marks appeared on his exposed forearm.
He knelt on one knee, the corners of his mouth pursed into a straight line.
During those two explosions just now, he had clearly sensed the fluctuation of spirit power in advance, yet he still couldn’t completely avoid the trajectory.
This could only mean that Qin Yun’s pre-judgment of the explosion landing points was faster than his reaction.
Tang San took a deep breath, his feet alternately exerting force as he urged the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track footwork to its absolute limit.
His figure flickered left and right.
To dodge Qin Yun’s “Snap Explosion”, he had to continuously change directions.
Tang San himself was also poisoned by carbon monoxide, but his Physique was clearly stronger than Xiao Wu’s, Zhu Zhuqing’s, and Ning Rongrong’s.
Right now, the poison had not yet fully taken effect.
Ning Rongrong was in the rear, trying her best to give Tang San one last bit of amplification.
Seeing this, Tang San continuously threw out multiple sets of Hidden Weapons while moving at high speed.
The first set consisted of three bone-penetrating nails fired horizontally to lock his throat;
The second set consisted of five iron caltrops scattered to block his lateral movement route;
The third set was silver needles;
…
At the side of the field, Dai Mubai drew a sharp breath.
During their previous exchange at the hotel, Tang San hadn’t used his full strength after all; otherwise, he himself would have been in danger.
However, no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t win against Qin Yun.
Seeing this, Zhao Wuji in the distance also straightened his body slightly, his brows raising as he felt quite surprised by Tang San’s endless stream of hidden weapon assaults.
Facing the iron implements flying across the sky, Qin Yun merely chuckled softly.
His left hand flipped, and a palm-sized dark silver metal appeared in his palm.
Subsequently, under the infusion of his spirit power, this piece of metal rapidly softened, extended, and was reshaped, transforming in the blink of an eye into a full, round sphere with a cold, matte finish on its surface.
He supported this dark black sphere in front of him, the sphere’s surface vibrating slightly as an invisible suction force suddenly spread out.
A series of crisp clanging sounds rang out.
Bone-penetrating nails, iron caltrops, silver needles…
When all the iron-containing Hidden Weapons approached within three chi of Qin Yun, their trajectories uncontrollably bent and deflected, scrambling to attach themselves to the sphere’s surface, densely embedding a layer.
Tang San’s figure stopped abruptly as he looked at the black sphere that had adsorbed all the Hidden Weapons.
He hoarsely spat out a word: “Magnet…?”
“Triiron tetroxide.”
Qin Yun corrected.
“Also called magnetite, a naturally occurring magnetic mineral in nature.”
Tang San’s expression sank.
He had never seen anyone able to directly “create” a magnet on the battlefield to neutralize a hidden weapon assault.
This fellow’s combat style was truly bizarre; up until now, he didn’t even know what the opponent’s Spirit was.
Tang San took a deep breath and slowly straightened his body.
He knew that ordinary Hidden Weapons were already completely useless against the person before him.
Seeing this, his palm rubbed against the inside of his belt for a moment, and he took out several golden threads thinner than ox hair.
They were Dragon Beard Needles made of plate-crystal hair-gold, taken from the natural crystal threads within a special plate-crystal Ore, extremely hard yet incredibly soft, curling up instantly upon entering flesh.
Among Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, they belonged to that category where the two characters “sinister and venomous” reached the absolute extreme.
“You might not be able to adsorb this needle.”
Tang San said in a low voice.
Subsequently, with a flick of his wrist, three Dragon Beard Needles flew out of his hand.
Midway through their flight, two of them suddenly collided with each other, their angles changing abruptly after receiving force as they staggered up and down.
One needle went straight for Qin Yun’s glabella, another silently slid toward his knee bend close to the ground, and the third was hidden within the shadows of the first two.
Qin Yun’s gaze constantly chased the trajectory of those three Dragon Beard Needles.
He was well aware of how sinister and venomous this thing was.
Facing this kind of flexible and tricky crystal-thread hidden weapon, the magnetic suction force simply couldn’t play any role.
Seeing this, Qin Yun slightly spread his five fingers, his fingertip spirit power probing into the air like wisps of silk to precisely capture the surrounding highly inert argon gas molecules.
Argon gas was heavier than air, had a uniform flow rate, and was not disturbed by combustion or static electricity, making it the most suitable choice for pushing extremely light crystal-thread Hidden Weapons.
Using his mind as a guide, Qin Yun pushed out an invisible stream of argon gas from the flank.
This current unhurriedly and laterally guided the Dragon Beard Needles to turn rapidly.
It was like paving a smooth sliding track for the flying needles amidst turbulent currents.
Under the blessing of the argon gas thrust, the three golden crystal threads suddenly turned and accelerated.
Their originally erratic trajectory instantly straightened and accelerated, transforming into three golden threads that rolled back in reverse, three parts faster than their initial momentum.
Tang San’s pupils abruptly shrank, and his body instinctively dodged to the left, but the Dragon Beard Needles were pushed by the argon gas stream far too quickly.
So fast that his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track step only managed half a step.
The first golden thread grazed past his shoulder;
The second brushed past his auricle;
The first two needles hadn’t hit him, but he wasn’t so fortunate with the third.
It precisely bit into the inner side of his left arm.
The moment it entered the flesh, it curled and tightened, fiercely pulling and locking the nearby muscles.
A wave of heart-piercing sharp pain went straight for his bone marrow.