Treading lightly on his toes, Tang San shot forward like an arrow, heading straight for Wu Bingji. Each of his palms held a streak of green light—a wind blade. However, this time, he didn't intend to launch the wind blades from his hands.0

Wu Bingji was momentarily taken aback. With a tap of his left foot, the dense ice fog around him instantly condensed into ice spikes, thrusting outward to block Tang San's attack path. And his blockade was not just frontal; it encompassed all directions, with Wu Bingji at the center.0

He vividly remembered Tang San's ghostly steps from their last fight, a technique that had troubled both him and Cheng Zicheng.0

With such a defense, Tang San should have immediately resorted to a long-range wind blade attack. Breaking through his ice spikes with the wind blade wouldn't be challenging,...0