Zhang San looked at the blood dripping from the dagger. He knew that just a moment ago, Hei Shanke had slightly leaned to one side, causing the wound cut by his dagger to be shallow, but the poison was still sent in.
However, Hei Shanke should still have 70-80% of his inner strength left, this little poison was not enough, more was needed.
Zhang San deliberately taunted Hei Shanke and said with a smile, "Senior, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? This slash was too light, as if those in the martial world would think senior was tickling me."
The wound on Zhang San's chest was not even considered a wound. Hei Shanke's full force 'One Line Might' only left a shallow trace, breaking some skin, without bleeding much at all.
"So he practices the Iron Cloth Shirt!" Hei Shanke whispered to himself.
Facing Zhang San's deliberate taunt, Hei Shanke, who now understood his opponent's martial arts and found the key to victory, became even calmer. He said coldly, "What a sharp tongue, but I was thinking, from the beginning you kept taunting me, it seems... you are deliberately trying to anger me."
The calmed down Hei Shanke had obviously noticed some of Zhang San's intentions.
Zhang San's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but he no longer spoke.
Looking at the wound on his shoulder, Hei Shanke knew he couldn't drag this out any longer. He raised the black heavy blade and rushed at Zhang San again.
After several previous exchanges, Zhang San was increasingly confident in his Iron Cloth Shirt and went to meet him head on without any fear.
Hei Shanke slashed at his face. Zhang San dodged to the side, but Hei Shanke's blade suddenly accelerated, and when Zhang San turned, it slashed at Zhang San's back...
Zhang San secretly sneered, just about to take the slash and then counterattack, when...
Hei Shanke's blade suddenly shifted heavily, not slashing at Zhang San's back, but going straight for Zhang San's elbow behind his back!
Not good! This time, it was finally Zhang San's turn to be shocked and angry!
And after being immersed in martial arts books for many years, the pair of wise eyes trained allowed Zhang San to escape this dangerous slash by sensing the sudden shift in Hei Shanke's blade. Zhang San leaned forward and rolled embarrassingly but dangerously to avoid this slash.
But Hei Shanke would not miss such a chance, immediately rushed forward, not waiting for Zhang San to get up, slashed down again!
Zhang San raised his left hand to block, but this time, Hei Shanke's blade shifted again!
Not chopping at Zhang San's arm, but his wrist!
In a critical moment, Zhang San's right hand and knee hit the ground at the same time, borrowing strength to flip over, once again dangerously dodging Hei Shanke's blade.
Getting up, Zhang San could not help but be shocked and suspicious: How did he know the weaknesses of our righteous Iron Cloth Shirt? Master clearly said that even twenty years ago the righteous sect was still a very small sect, and weaknesses were passed down orally from generation to generation, with no records at all!
There must be a detailed record about the Iron Cloth Shirt in the Dark Building!
At this moment, Zhang San immediately realized this point. The second largest dark organization that had lasted for 300 years certainly had its own heritage.
As Hei Shanke said, in terms of sheer defense, the Iron Cloth Shirt was undisputedly the number one hard qi gong, apart from the disadvantage that the practitioner must have a special innate constitution. Compared to the Golden Bell Shield, it had another weakness - the joints!
The joints of the human body were the biggest weakness of the Iron Cloth Shirt!
Seeing Zhang San not speaking, Hei Shanke anticipated that everything he said was right, and could not help but laugh out loudly.
It could not be denied that in terms of martial arts alone, Zhang San was comparable to him, with even slightly superior inner strength and lightness skills. But Zhang San's offensives were immature, his techniques shallow, and he had no combat experience. Plus now the weakness of the Iron Cloth Shirt was exposed, all these would become decisive factors in this fight!
The winner could only be me! Hei Shanke was certain of this in his heart.
However, Zhang San only sighed.
He patted the dust off his body, opened a secret pocket at his waist, and took out a pair of snow silkworm silk gloves, putting them on in front of Hei Shanke’s eyes.
Hei Shanke looked at Zhang San’s seemingly inexplicable behavior in confusion.
Zhang San did not explain, after all, the opponent had already noticed his intention to anger him, more words now would be pointless. Zhang San only recited in his heart: Using the Heavenly Step Lightness Technique together with the Iron Cloth Shirt consumes inner strength too quickly, can I withstand it?
When martial arts reach the Heavenly level, inner strength consumption is several times to dozens of times that at the Earth level! This was why despite having the Heavenly Step Lightness Technique, Zhang San could not yet be considered a grandmaster.
Even with so much preparation beforehand.
But to kill Hei Shanke, he would still have to take the necessary risks.
Closing his eyes, breathing...
The appearance of her violent death emerged.
Twenty years ago, the appearance of that child desperately fleeing in the reed marsh emerged.
Opening his eyes, moving forward...
Zhang San rushed towards Hei Shanke, pressed close, and raised his dagger!
But Hei Shanke was several times faster than Zhang San. Before Zhang San's dagger could attack, his blade had already slashed down!
With a loud bang, Zhang San raised his arm to block. The black heavy blade slashed against Zhang San's arm as strong as black iron, making a violent sound. However, having grasped Zhang San's weakness, Hei Shanke's seeming direct slash actually contained sinister intent.
The hidden power of the blade turned, and the blade's edge shifted!
The slashing blade suddenly turned into a horizontal blade, sticking tightly to Zhang San's arm, as fast as lightning sweeping horizontally at his wrist!
As expected of a battle-hardened veteran, after being dodged by Zhang San twice in a row, he came up with this different approach in an instant, first slashing to restrict Zhang San, then sweeping horizontally at the flaw in his martial arts.
Once I break your hard qi gong, what can you still do? This was Hei Shanke's only thought at the moment.
However, in the next moment, Zhang San... disappeared!
How could a person suddenly vanish?
Magic?
No, no, it seemed I captured a hint of his movement...
Human thoughts are actually faster than any lightness skill, unfortunately, human actions can never catch up to thinking. By the time Hei Shanke reacted, he suddenly looked back!
Zhang San, wearing the snow silkworm gloves and holding black powder in his hand, was already standing behind him.
This was not magic, but...
"It really is the Heavenly Step Lightness Technique!!" Hei Shanke could not conceal his surprise.
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