NOVEL NEXT Chapter 192: You are so anxious
Tai Tan had once vowed that the entire Strength Clan was willing to sacrifice themselves for Tang San.
But now, Tang San had actually brought all the members of the Strength Clan here to face death?
Seeing this, Tai Tan took a sharp breath, his whole body stiffening as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
His lips trembled slightly, and his heart sank.
Those words of loyalty had been meant as a gesture of allegiance, but Tang San had taken them literally.
The Strength Clan, all 200-plus members with even the slightest combat capability, were now present.
These people represented the future of the Strength Clan. If they fell here, the clan would be finished!
Why not just bring a few experts? Why bring everyone?
The Strength Clan members' power varied widely. Against attacks from Spirit Emperors and Spirit Saints, most of them wouldn't stand a chance.
Even if it were 200 against 30, the casualties would be unimaginable to Tai Tan.
Tang San, however, remained unconcerned. At a critical moment like this, he needed reinforcements, and he had them at hand.
The Strength Clan, as his family's vassals, were there to serve him. Sacrificing a few for his sake—what harm was there in that?
Besides, they weren't completely unprepared!
Every member of the Strength Clan was holding an "iron box." Their expressions were somber, and even from a distance, the oppressive aura of the enemy could be felt.
Initially, Tang San wouldn't have gone this far for Qin Ming. However, Flender and the others were willing to risk their lives to protect him.
There was no other way. If Shrek Academy were to be destroyed, they would lose their eligibility to participate in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament.
For Shrek Academy to survive, it couldn't fall here!
Moreover, Qin Ming's loyalty to the academy was unwavering. With the means to help, how could Tang San not assist?
The iron boxes in the hands of the Strength Clan members were none other than Zhuge Divine Crossbows!
After the Strength Clan submitted to him, Tang San had provided them with the blueprint for the Zhuge Divine Crossbow to win their trust.
Though Tai Tan didn't possess a hammer-type spirit, he was one of the three divine craftsmen of Douluo Continent.
Armed with the blueprints, Tai Tan succeeded in crafting the crossbows after only two trials.
Tai Tan had been astonished by the power of the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.
If used well, it could kill even Spirit King-level experts!
What amazed Tai Tan most was that using it didn't require spirit power.
This made it a terrifying weapon against Spirit Masters below the Spirit King level, including the Spirit King level itself.
But...
The enemies they faced today were all Spirit Emperors and above. Not one of them was below that level!
This was one of the reasons Tai Tan's expression had darkened.
He had already tested the Zhuge Divine Crossbows.
Even with 200 of them firing simultaneously at a Spirit Saint, as long as the target's defense was solid, they wouldn't break through the protective aura of a Spirit Saint.
Sheer numbers alone wouldn't guarantee a kill.
Against lower-tier Spirit Masters, the Zhuge Divine Crossbow was a devastating weapon.
But now?
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"Meng Shenji, if you retreat now, I'll overlook tonight's events!"
Tang San's expression was cold, his tone confident as he addressed Meng Shenji.
Overlook it?
That was because his current strength wasn't sufficient!
Once he reached the rank of Title Douluo, they'd see if he would let it slide!
Of course, he might not pursue tonight's incident, but the humiliation they inflicted during the day had sealed their fate.
He could always find another excuse later.
The opposing group exchanged glances, their expressions puzzled.
Where did Tang San get the audacity to spout such madness?
Meng Shenji hesitated. Was this the confidence of a member of the Upper Three Sects?
Even a so-called "failure" carried such overwhelming confidence, simply because his father was the Clear Sky Douluo!
The name Tang Hao was synonymous with terror for the older generation of spirit masters!
Upon breaking through to Title Douluo, he had gravely injured the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, leaving him on the brink of death.
At the same time, Tang Hao had killed one Elder on the spot and heavily injured another.
With such achievements, how could anyone not be terrified of him?
"Tang San, this old man once thought you'd be different from that person..."
Before Meng Shenji could finish speaking, Tang San snapped, yelling instinctively, "Yu Xiaogang is not my teacher!"
For someone who valued his reputation so highly, how could he allow his name to be tarnished by association?
Acknowledging Yu Xiaogang as his teacher had been the greatest mistake of Tang San's life!
"Look at you, young man. I didn't even say who I was referring to, and you're already jumping to conclusions!"
Meng Shenji shook his head with a smile, his face full of amusement.
Tang San: "0.o"
Thinking about it carefully, Meng Shenji hadn't actually mentioned anyone's name, yet he had hurriedly defended himself, revealing more than he should have.
Tang San's fists clenched, and his expression grew increasingly twisted.
The repeated blows to his pride made his already fragile temperament even more unstable.
"Meng Shenji, I'll ask you one last time—are you leaving or not?"
Tang San's voice turned icy and hoarse, with a menacing tone.
"Ridiculous. Qin Ming must die tonight. Do you think bringing two hundred cannon fodder will change anything?"
Meng Shenji was infuriated. He had been holding back his killing intent toward Tang San, but this brat had gone too far!
If worst came to worst, he'd trade his life for Tang San's. Killing Tang San and facing Tang Hao's wrath—he could accept that.
After all, with a disciple like Chi Yu, Meng Shenji felt he had no regrets in life.
His attachments were minimal, and he wouldn't be held back by much.
Chi Yu wasn't just his disciple; she was also the Holy Maiden of the Body Sect.
Even if Tang Hao sought revenge, he couldn't lay a finger on her unless he wished to die!
With this in mind, Meng Shenji cast a long, cold look at Liu Erlong.
So what if they were disciples of the Upper Three Sects? If they didn't know their place, they'd die like anyone else!
"Very well. Kill them!"
At Tang San's command, the 200-plus members of the Strength Clan raised their Zhuge Divine Crossbows, aiming them at the approaching enemies.
Most of the spectators had attended Tang San's earlier master acknowledgment ceremony and were somewhat familiar with the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.
Unfortunately, they had yet to witness its power.
The bolts from the crossbows struck the enemy's shields, causing only minor ripples.
"Does Tang San really think he can turn the tide with those crossbows?"
"Does he even understand how powerful Spirit Emperors, Saints, and Douluos are?"
"No wonder he's considered a genius from the world's number one sect, taught by Yu Xiaogang. He doesn't even know the basics."
Someone mocked him, and the person next to him nodded in agreement.
Yu Xiaogang was a young master who had left home in frustration, while Tang San was the son of Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo, who had been expelled from the Clear Sky Clan.
The Clear Sky Clan expelled Tang Hao?
Anyone with a shred of common sense knew that was a joke, a pretext to deal with Spirit Hall.
Figures like Du Bafang were perplexed. They had never seen the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and naturally couldn't grasp Tang San's intentions.
Hidden weapons were meant to deliver fatal strikes from the shadows; only then could they be called "hidden weapons."
Tang San had long forgotten the Tang Sect's rules, using hidden weapons in open competitions...
Once the enemy understood what hidden weapons were, they would naturally take precautions. Trying to kill them head-on would be a monumental challenge!