Douluo: Marrying a Wife to Become a God, Having Children for Blessings

Hidden weapons rely on the element of surprise, and Tang San, as a prodigy of the Tang Sect, mastered this principle completely. On the surface, it seemed he was preparing to unleash his third soul skill, but in truth, he was stealthily preparing to launch his hidden weapons.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Ten streaks of cold light shot out from Tang San's deftly flicking fingers, targeting ten vital points on Zhou Haoyue's body—his eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, lower abdomen, and groin. Each projectile struck a different location, yet all were fatal if they hit.

"Haoyue!"

Tang Yuehua's voice trembled with worry. Tang San's hidden weapons were undeniably vicious.

"Don't worry."

Zhou Yi grasped Tang Yuehua's hand, giving her a reassuring look.

In Zhou Yi's eyes, Tang San's hidden weapons were nothing more than child's play. Even if Zhou Haoyue couldn't block them, Zhou Yi could suppress Tang San with a mere thought. Besides, Zhou Yi was well aware of Zhou Haoyue's current strength and had also equipped him with a protective divine artifact—an inner armor. Tang San's hidden weapons couldn't penetrate it.

"Hidden weapons? I've been waiting for this!"

Zhou Haoyue smirked inwardly. His body radiated a sharp sword intent. After twenty years of training within the mental illusion world Zhou Yi created with the Heavenly Palace Mirage, his mastery of the Nine Swords of Dugu had reached perfection.

"Arrow-Breaking Stance!"

This technique not only neutralized all forms of hidden weapons but also used their momentum to counterattack, reflecting the projectiles back at the opponent.

"What a brilliant sword technique!"

Tang San was stunned. He hadn't expected Zhou Haoyue to possess such an advanced sword technique. He had assumed Zhou Haoyue would rely on agility techniques or his Lingxi Finger to counter the weapons. Though powerful, such methods would be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of Tang San's hidden weapons. He hadn't anticipated this miscalculation.

However, as someone who had lived two lives, Tang San quickly adapted, utilizing his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to evade the reflected projectiles. At the same time, a fresh volley of hidden weapons rained down on Zhou Haoyue.

Leaf-shaped knives, flying stones, coin darts, and bone-piercing needles—all manner of hidden weapons exploded in a dazzling display, orchestrated by Tang San's Heavenly Flower Rain technique.

Some flew straight, others curved, while a few even circled around to attack from behind. But they all had one target—Zhou Haoyue.

Yet, Zhou Haoyue's mastery of the Nine Swords of Dugu rendered these attacks futile. No matter how numerous or cunning Tang San's hidden weapons were, Zhou Haoyue effortlessly parried and reflected them, leaving Tang San in a pitiful state as he dodged his own reflected attacks.

Before long, Tang San's expression darkened. Raising both hands, he unleashed six crossbow bolts with a sharp metallic clang. The bolts screeched through the air, heading straight for Zhou Haoyue's face.

At this stage, the power of Tang San's mechanical hidden weapons far surpassed his hand-thrown ones.

"These hidden weapons could easily kill even a Soul Elder or a Soul King!"

Tang Chen and Tang Hao watched with satisfaction, pride evident on their faces.

Though hidden weapons might not seem honorable, they were undoubtedly practical. Victory, even through underhanded means, was still victory.

"Haoyue…"

The noblewoman standing beside Zhou Hua clutched her chest, her heart pounding with fear as she watched Tang San's terrifying hidden weapons.

"Don't worry. With Father here, Haoyue won't come to harm," Zhou Hua comforted.

Indeed, Zhou Haoyue, the grandson of Tang Yuehua and Zhou Yi, stood under the protection of the legendary Martial Ancestor. Yet, even knowing this, the noblewoman couldn't help but worry as she fixed her gaze on the arena.

Clang, clang, clang!

Zhou Haoyue easily deflected the crossbow bolts, returning them to Tang San. Smirking, he taunted, "Tang San, if this is all you've got, we might as well end this duel now!"

Tang San didn't respond. He crossed his arms, muscles tensing, as a low humming sound emanated from his chest.

A burst of steel needles, shimmering with cold light and enveloped in a toxic mist, shot forth from Tang San's chest.

As a master of mechanical hidden weapons, Tang San had designed mechanisms that required no external triggers. By merely flexing his chest muscles, he could launch an attack that caught enemies entirely off guard.

However, Zhou Haoyue, blessed with innate perception and decades of training in the mental illusion world, was unfazed. His flawless mastery of the Nine Swords of Dugu rendered both poison and hidden weapons ineffective.

"Damn it!"

"How is his swordsmanship so strong?!"

Tang San's frustration mounted as he unleashed more venomous hidden weapons. Toxic mist filled the air, shrouding his ultimate move—golden needles finer than hair, crafted from precious crystalline gold.

These needles, known as Dragon Whisker Needles, ranked among the top ten hidden weapons in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

Specially designed to penetrate inner energy defenses, they twisted and burrowed into flesh upon contact, causing excruciating pain and forcing opponents to carve out chunks of their own flesh to remove them.

Taking advantage of the obscuring mist, Tang San unleashed the Dragon Whisker Needles, targeting Zhou Haoyue's vital points with surgical precision.

This time, Tang San gave it his all, embodying the philosophy from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: "Never pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger; otherwise, you might truly become the pig."

"Hm?"

Zhou Haoyue's expression hardened for the first time, sensing a genuine threat. His playful demeanor turned serious as he executed the Arrow-Breaking Stance to its fullest potential.

The impossibly fine needles were deflected, with ten rebounding toward Tang San.

Tang San dodged six, caught three with his Mysterious Jade Hands, but failed to avoid the last.

With a subtle yet agonizing thunk, a needle found its mark, striking a rather embarrassing location.

"Ahhh!"

An agonizing scream burst from Tang San's lips, chilling to the bone and making one's hair stand on end.

The Dragon's Whisker Needle, forged from rare crystalline hair gold, curled into a knot upon entering the body, savagely tearing the surrounding muscle.

The point of impact was none other than a man's most delicate area. Tang San's entire body convulsed in spasms of pain, leaving him without the strength to remove the needle.

"Xiao San!"

Tang Chen cried out in shock. He valued Tang San deeply, even more than Tang Hao or Tang Xiao.

In a flash, Tang Chen appeared beside him, lifting Tang San into his arms.

Seeing Tang San clutching his lower body, Tang Chen scanned the injury with his formidable spiritual power. He found the needle, thin as hair yet knotted tightly within the torn muscles.

He wanted to remove it, but there was no feasible way.

He couldn't possibly gouge out an entire section of flesh—Tang San would be rendered a eunuch!

"Grandfather, how is he?"

Tang Hao asked anxiously.

"It's the Dragon Whisker Needle," Tang Chen replied, his expression as dark as storm clouds.

Tang Hao was stunned. He had heard of this infamous hidden weapon.

The crystalline hair gold used to forge the needle was an extremely rare and valuable material that Tang San had mobilized the full strength of the Clear Sky Clan to acquire.

However, while they were aware of the needle's terrifying capabilities, no one had been taught how to extract it. Tang San had kept that knowledge to himself.

Forceful removal would ruin Tang San entirely.

But leaving it in place for too long would have the same result.

At that moment, Tang Yuehua and the others followed Zhou Yi over. Her face was cold as she gazed at Tang San's predicament.

Not only did she not feel sympathy, but her anger deepened at the sight.

After all, this was not her grandson's hidden weapon. It was Tang San's, used against her grandson, only to be reflected back—a case of self-inflicted harm.

"Hidden weapons will always be minor, underhanded techniques. Without true strength, they harm others and oneself," Zhou Yi remarked, shaking his head slightly as he extended his hand. With a casual gesture, he removed the hidden weapon from Tang San's body.

Tang San, despite his immense pain, would have soon regained enough strength to extract it himself. Zhou Yi's intervention wasn't truly an act of saving him, but more a show of superiority—a display of power while pretending to do a good deed.

"Many thanks, Martial Ancestor!"

"Thank you, Martial Ancestor!"

Tang Chen and Tang Hao expressed their heartfelt gratitude, their awe for Zhou Yi's strength deepening further.

The Dragon Whisker Needle, which had left them helpless, was removed effortlessly by Zhou Yi with a single motion.

What terrifying power!

"Damn it!"

Tang San, now gritting his teeth to suppress the pain, had barely regained clarity when Zhou Yi had acted. Tang San had planned to remove the weapon himself, but Zhou Yi had beaten him to it, delivering a condescending lesson in the process.

Tang San's pride was crushed. His Tang Sect's hidden weapons were far from mere underhanded tricks, but he couldn't refute Zhou Yi's words. After all, he had lost, and it was Zhou Yi who had removed the weapon. He even had to thank him for it.

"Curse it all!"

"Urgh!"

Overwhelmed by anger, Tang San's blood surged, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood before losing consciousness.

"Xiao San!"

Tang Chen and Tang Hao exclaimed in unison.

"It's nothing serious. A few days of rest, and he'll be fine," Zhou Yi said, glancing briefly at Tang San.

Though he refrained from voicing it, Zhou Yi knew one thing for certain.

From this day forth, Tang San would carry a psychological scar. Most likely, he would never regain full vigor in that particular area.

Tang San was finished.

He would never be a real man again.

Not that it seemed to matter much to Tang San—after all, wasn't he always claiming to be pure and chaste, the virtuous Tang San?

Who needs women anyway?

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