Previously when competing with Tang San, because the two quickly entered the soul power comparison stage, Meng Yi Yan did not use his Broken Soul Knife. Meng Xiu didn't quite believe that Tang San, who had just obtained this type of throwing weapon for the first time, could surpass his own granddaughter's craftsmanship.

  Meng nodded at his grandfather, "Grandfather, let's begin."

  "Meng Shu turned to Tang San and asked: 'Are you ready?'"

  Tang San nodded slightly. Compared to hidden weapons, was there still a need for preparation? Of course, with his temperament, he naturally wouldn't say something like that.

  Meng Yi quickly stuck the cloth bag to her waist, the back of which had a sticky buckle that could stick to any fabric. She glanced at Tang San as she secured her own bag, noticing that he was staring blankly with one hand holding the bag, looking nothing like someone who would use throwing weapons. Seeing this scene, Meng Yi couldn't help but feel a little smug inside.

  Long Gong Meng Shu made his move. He didn't move himself, but with a casual flick of his wrist, he threw out the four-meter-long dragon-headed staff in his hand.

  A loud dragon's roar came from the top of the crutch, and the silver crutch was like a living silver dragon, flying rapidly towards a large tree twenty meters away.

  With a muffled thud, Meng Shu's strength was used just right, fully exerting the power of shock, and without harming the tree itself, the leaves fell like rain.

  Meng Yiran let out a loud cry, and both hands simultaneously shot out. A cold light flashed quickly from the cloth bag, her movements were also neat and tidy. In one breath, she threw out all eighteen Broken Soul Knives.

  Perhaps it was because her heart was filled with anger towards Tang San, which ignited her own state. Meng Yiran clearly felt that the feel of throwing the Broken Soul Knife today was exceptionally good. She could affirm that every single one of her Broken Soul Knives had accurately hit their target, and there were even two leaves that had been pierced through.

  Meng Yan continued to focus on throwing his flying knives, while Meng Wu's gaze fell on Tang San after he threw out his Dragon Head Cane. His Dragon Head Cane was a Soul Tool, and once thrown, it only required soul power to recall it, without needing deliberate control. He wanted to see if this young man named Tang San could bring him some more surprises.

  Under Meng Xiu's gaze, Tang San made a move that left the dragon and snake couple utterly bewildered. As soon as the Dragon Head Cane was out of his hand, he had already turned around.

  But it wasn't towards the big tree, but rather with his back to the tree. Just as Meng was about to make a move, Tang San's hand holding the pouch also moved. The entire pouch unfolded in his right hand in an instant, and then shook violently.

  Eighteen cold lights almost left their original positions at the same time.

  Meng Yi Ran's Broken Soul Knife naturally came out from the front, but Meng Xiu saw it clearly. Tang San's Broken Soul Knife actually moved in an arc.

  Throwing a flying knife in an arc already requires quite high skill, but Tang San didn't even use his hand to control it directly, he just used the cloth sack to fling it out, and yet all the Soul Breaking Knives produced this kind of effect.

  Even Long Meng, as a Soul Master, couldn't help but be shocked, and carefully looked towards the destination of Tang San's flying Broken Soul Knife.

  The rustling sound grew louder, the sharp blades piercing into the tree trunk with dense echoes. The leaves in the air gradually dispersed, and the trial had already come to an end.

  Meng Yi turned her head to look at Tang San, just in time to see him turn around, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "You didn't make a move?"

  Tang San shook his empty pouch and said, "I've already made my move."

  Just as Meng Yiran was stunned, Gai Shi Long and his wife had already arrived by her side. Meng Shu sighed and said: "Truly a divine technique. Yiran, you lost."

  Meng still looked at her grandfather in confusion. Meng Shu shook his head and said, "There's no need to look at the result anymore. Let's go."

  "No, I don't believe it." How could Meng Yan believe that his best throwing weapon would lose to Tang San, who was already exhausted? Ignoring the obstruction of his grandparents, he ran towards the big tree like a flying bird. He refused to believe that he had lost.

  Meng Shu sighed and muttered to himself, "This time, the blow to Yiran is probably not small. However, letting her understand that there are people outside of people and heavens beyond heavens also doesn't have any drawbacks."

  Arriving under the tree, Meng Yiran first saw the flying knives she had thrown out. Just as she had judged, all eighteen flying knives were stuck in the trunk of the tree, and within a very small range, each Broken Soul Knife had at least one leaf on it, with the most having three.

  Even better than her usual standard.

  But when Meng Yiran's gaze moved up and saw those broken soul knives with blue ribbons, the whole person was stunned.

  Eighteen blue silk ribbons were neatly tied around the trunks of trees in three rows, each row with six ribbons, forming a perfect triangle.

  Not a single one of the eighteen Broken Soul Knives had a leaf on it, and even the depth at which the blades were inserted into the tree was identical. Compared to Meng Yiran's eighteen Broken Soul Knives that were inserted into the tree in an irregular manner, this contrast was really too striking.

  Meng Shu's voice entered Meng Yiran's ears, "Lass, admit defeat. Tang San's technique is something that even I couldn't do. He simultaneously released his hands and entered the tree, with only a single sound, each of the ten Soul Breaking Knives had pierced through ten leaves. Moreover, when he made his move, he was completely facing away from the direction of the tree, without using his eyes to look. Such skill can only be described as divine."

  Meng slowly turned around, looking at her grandfather. Her gaze was no longer dull, but she seemed to have lost her soul. She didn't even want her broken sword anymore, and walked step by step towards her grandparents.

  Just as Meng Shu said, being defeated in one's own strongest ability was a huge blow to Meng Yi.

  Within three days, she lost to Tang San twice in a row, and each time the loss was more miserable than the last. Her soul beast was stolen twice. The confidence she had always had was shattered by Tang San.

  Tang San took three big steps forward, his hand brushed against his waist, and a steel needle shot out, knocking down all the Broken Soul Knives on the tree. The steel needle followed its trajectory back to his hand, and he put away each of the Broken Soul Knives into a cloth pouch one by one.

  After finishing all this, he quickly caught up with Meng Yiran in front of him, "Miss Meng, your Broken Soul Knife."

  Meng raised her head and looked at him, her beautiful face looking a bit pale. "Are you here to mock me?"

  Tang San shook his head and said, "No. Actually, you don't need to be sad. I've been practicing hidden weapons since I was three years old. Although I'm not yet thirteen this year, I've already practiced for nine whole years. The way I used the hidden weapon just now was also with all my might. That's the most exquisite technique I can use right now."

  "Hidden weapon?" Meng Yiran was attracted by this new term for a few moments.

  Tang San handed the Breaking Soul Knife to her, "A hidden weapon used in secret to achieve an effect, I call it a dark device. A dark device shouldn't be used for comparison, but rather as a surprise victory treasure."

  When Meng Yiran suggested a comparison of hidden weapons, Tang San felt a mix of emotions, including a sense of closeness. After all, this was the first time he had seen someone else use hidden weapons since coming to this world. He couldn't help but think about how he had unintentionally caused trouble for her since they met, taking two useful soul rings from her and feeling somewhat guilty about it. Now that the situation was under control, he couldn't resist reminding Meng Yiran a few things. He didn't want her to give up on practicing hidden weapons because of today's setback.

  Meng Yiran's big eyes blinked, and she said: "Then why can your hidden weapon be used to that extent?"

  Tang San said, "The practice of hidden weapons also requires a certain method. Actually, this flying knife is not suitable for you. For you, its size is a bit too big and the weight is also a bit too heavy. I think if you change the flying knife to a flying needle, it will be more effective. Like this."

  As he spoke, he raised his hand and wiped it over a jade stone on the Twenty-Four Bridges under the Moonlit Night, and a five-inch-long bone-piercing needle appeared in his palm.

  Tang San handed the Bone-Piercing Needle to Meng Yiran, saying: "I call this needle the Bone-Piercing Needle. It's five inches long, thin at the front and thick at the back, weighing less than one-fifth of your flying knife, yet it can still travel extremely far and has strong penetrating power. Because of its small size, it's also easier to carry. This time was a coincidence, but I indeed ruined your chance of getting a soul beast twice. If you're willing, I have a method for cultivating hidden weapons that I can tell you. You can try it when you get back, and it should be better than just practicing accuracy."

  Meng was taken aback for a moment, "You want to teach me?" She still clearly remembered that Grandpa had said he would cut off someone's arm. When she looked up at Tang San, however, she found his gaze to be exceptionally clear and pure, without any impurities. Clearly, he wasn't pretending.

  "Tang San said: 'The way of hidden weapons is also vast and profound, are you willing to learn?'"

  Meng nodded subconsciously.

  Tang San smiled slightly and said, "Just now I didn't use my eyes to look but was still able to hit the mark. This is a basic skill for using hidden weapons. It's called listening to sounds to determine positions. Relying on hearing to distinguish the position of the target. When encountering situations where the light is not good or the angle is not suitable, the eyes cannot see the accurate position of the target. Hearing can play an extremely important role. If you practice listening to sounds to determine positions well, your hidden weapons will not have a blind spot when launched and will be more stealthy."