Chapter 32: Let Me Give You a Back Massage

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"Boy, don't act arrogantly if you don't have the strength to back it up." Zhao Wuji was displeased with Tang San's actions.

However, he didn't know that in a dark corner somewhere, a black-robed figure clenched their fists tightly, wishing they could skin him alive.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

The Blue Silver Grass martial soul, lacking offensive capabilities, had been decisively abandoned by him. 

His hands moved to the Twenty-Four Moonlight Bridges on his waist, and the hidden weapons stored within the soul-guidance device appeared in his hands. 

With swift movements, countless hidden weapons flew toward Zhao Wuji like a rain of pear blossoms.

Using hand techniques to launch hidden weapons—such a technique had never before appeared in the history of the Douluo Continent.

Zhao Wuji failed to discern its intricacies at first and nearly fell for Tang San's trap. 

Though the barrage of hidden weapons was dense, Zhao Wuji's defense proved superior. 

Most of the hidden weapons struck his skin and were deflected harmlessly. Only a few managed to pierce his body. 

Without the Dragon Whisker Needles, Tang San posed no real threat to Zhao Wuji. 

As for the hidden weapons embedded in his body, Zhao Wuji simply used a bit of soul power to force them out. 

… 

"What kind of fighting style is this? What kind of weapon is this?" Dai Mubai, watching from the sidelines, was dumbfounded.

Under such an onslaught, even a Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji appeared slightly disheveled. If it had been Dai Mubai, he would've already been turned into a pincushion.

Dai Mubai felt a bit relieved—when they first met, Tang San hadn't let Xiao Wu fight. Otherwise, he would've been in serious trouble.

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but cover her mouth; she had never seen such a frenzied technique. 

"Boy, my patience has limits!" Zhao Wuji roared, though he still tried to suppress his anger. 

The Immovable Bright King was infamous for being wicked—he had never been a good person. 

Tang San's repeated provocations had long since enraged him. 

A faint glow flashed from the fifth soul ring beneath his feet, then faded. Immediately after, the fourth soul ring lit up. 

"Fourth soul skill, Positioning and Tracking." 

Ning Tianchen couldn't help but feel relieved. "Thankfully, he didn't use a ten-thousand-year soul skill." 

For someone like Tang San at this stage, a ten-thousand-year soul skill from a Soul Sage would be enough to kill him.

If Tang San died, Tang Hao would completely lose his mind. At that point, it would spell disaster not only for the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect but for the entire continent. 

Before gaining the strength to alter the course of history, Ning Tianchen believed it was best to let the general timeline follow its original path. 

Zhao Wuji's fourth soul skill had tracking capabilities. In his current state of fury, if Tang San were caught, he'd either die or be crippled. 

With a thought, Ning Tianchen sent the Seven Kill Sword flying into Tang San's hands. 

"Second soul skill, Dragon Sword Guard." 

Soul power transformed into thousands of ethereal swords, forming a barrier of sword qi in front of Tang San. 

Zhao Wuji leapt into the air, landing on the barrier and shattering it in moments. 

Thanks to the brief reprieve, the potency of his soul skill had been slightly reduced. 

Tang San had exhausted all his hidden weapons and was now powerless to retaliate. 

Zhao Wuji grabbed him by the neck and hurled him away with great force. 

"Rongrong, Dai Mubai, go find someone to treat everyone. Leave the rest to me," Ning Tianchen quickly instructed. 

Tang San wasn't entirely useless—at least he had bought a lot of time. 

Then, Ning Tianchen glanced at the incense nearby, thinking, "There are about two minutes left. I hope we can last until the end." 

"Now it's just you and me. Let's have some fun!" Zhao Wuji laughed loudly, his gaze suddenly turning icy. 

"Teacher Zhao, please guide me." 

With a casual flick, the Seven Kill Sword returned to his hand. 

Holding the sword, he stood firm and unyielding, showing no sign of retreat. 

This time, Zhao Wuji made the first move. 

His fist, as large as a child's head, demonstrated its immense power. 

Ning Tianchen frowned. He was only two meters away from the edge of the open space—a slight misstep would result in elimination. 

"Seven Kill Sword Technique, Sword Control." 

This "control" did not refer to flight but rather using offense as defense to guard all directions. 

The Seven Kill Sword blocked the attack head-on, taking the full force of the punch. 

Compared to before, Zhao Wuji's punch was several times stronger. Ning Tianchen's hands trembled as he gripped the sword. 

His legs slid backward a meter before he finally stabilized himself. 

"Can you block the next punch?!" Zhao Wuji sneered, delivering another blow. 

Even if Ning Tianchen managed to block this punch, the sheer force would send him flying out of bounds. 

"Sword Wings!" 

Wings sprouted from his back, their sharp tips lunging toward Zhao Wuji's neck under his control. 

The length of the sword wings exceeded Zhao Wuji's arms. For his fist to land, it would first need to pierce through Ning Tianchen's throat. 

"Soul Bone!" Zhao Wuji exclaimed in surprise, immediately halting his attack. 

Taking advantage of the moment, Ning Tianchen used the flight capability of the sword wings to leap into the air. 

"Third soul skill, Sword Wing Soaring." 

Under his control, the Seven Kill Sword shot forward like a flying sword, piercing toward Zhao Wuji. 

"Vajra Palm!" 

Zhao Wuji, annoyed beyond measure, slapped the Seven Kill Sword away. 

When he looked up at Ning Tianchen, the latter's sword wings were already reduced to mere skeletons—the feathers had vanished. 

For a moment, he was utterly baffled.

In mid-air, Ning Tianchen inwardly rejoiced. 

Even without its feathers, the sword wings retained their flight capability. Otherwise, he would've been in a passive position. 

"Boy, flying into the air isn't a wise decision. Did you forget that my fourth soul skill can lock onto you?!" Zhao Wuji scolded, exasperated. 

He had already demonstrated the effect of his soul skill earlier. Ning Tianchen daring to fly now—wasn't that pure foolishness? 

As his words trailed off, the fourth soul ring beneath his feet lit up. 

The soul skill locked onto Ning Tianchen. The next moment, Zhao Wuji leapt into the air, intending to teach him a lesson. 

"Come on, let me give you a back massage!" 

"Third soul skill, Sword Wing Soaring. External Soul Bone Skill, Feather Blade Barrage." 

The wing feathers hadn't disappeared—they'd been hidden nearby while the Seven Kill Sword occupied Zhao Wuji.

Once activated, countless feather blades and the Seven Kill Sword, as if commanded, shot toward Zhao Wuji's back.

"What?!"

The Vajra Bear martial soul lacked flight capabilities. Suspended in mid-air, Zhao Wuji couldn't adjust his position. 

With the Seven Kill Sword's sharpness, this strike had the potential to pierce through his body. 

A lifetime of playing with eagles, only to be pecked in the eye. 

"Seventh soul skill, True Body of the Martial Soul!" 

The figure of the Vajra Bear soared into the air as Zhao Wuji's attributes underwent a qualitative leap. 

The feather blades and the Seven Kill Sword landed on the True Body of the martial soul, causing no injuries whatsoever. 

Forcing a Soul Sage to use the True Body of his martial soul as a mere Soul Elder, Ning Tianchen had every right to be proud. 

However, the previous attack had drained all his soul power. 

Without soul power to sustain them, the sword wings retracted instantly. The sudden loss of strength caused him to fall unconscious, plummeting from the sky. 

Zhao Wuji praised admiringly, "Good boy, you're truly a monster."

Leaping into the air once more, he caught Ning Tianchen before he hit the ground, sparing him from further injury.

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