With a tip-toe push from his left foot on the ground, Tang San's body had already sprung out, darting towards Wu Bingji opposite him like an arrow, with a streak of cyan light converging in each hand. It looked just like the wind blade, except this time, he had no intention of shooting them out.
Wu Bingji was also momentarily stunned. With a tap of his left foot on the ground, the dense ice fog around him instantly condensed, turning into a series of ice spikes that drilled outwards, blocking Tang San's attack path, and his blockade was not just frontal, but coming from all directions centered around his body.
He had a fresh memory of Tang San's ghostly footsteps in their previous battle, and both he and Cheng Zicheng had suffered under that technique.
