At this point, it was clear to everyone that Han Lang's techniques were special.
Three golden needles, three different attack methods, as if three Han Langs were simultaneously attacking Zhao Wu.
As the saying goes, even the most skilled fighter can't fend off multiple attackers.
Zhao Wu was indeed starting to panic.
He didn't know what to do to break free from his current predicament.
And Han Lang?
He appeared completely at ease.
If three golden needles had already pushed Zhao Wu to this extent, then his victory in this match was almost a certainty.
However, he also knew in his heart.
Since Zhao Wu possessed the top-grade spiritual artifact, the Fan Jin Bell, which all cultivators at this stage yearned for, his abilities should not be limited to this.
The current encirclement of Zhao Wu by the three golden needles, to a large extent, was similar to Han Lang's flustered state when Zhao Wu had first revealed the Fan Jin Bell.
It was just an unexpected surprise.
As expected,
Just as Han Lang finished his analysis, Zhao Wu made his next move.
He crossed his arms and swung them forcefully, unleashing a massive surge of golden energy from his body.
"Jin Luo Bei Dou!"
With a roar from Zhao Wu, the golden energy spread outwards frantically from his center.
The seamlessly attacking golden needles, encountering this surge of energy, exploded one after another, as if struck by a heavy blow, clinking and clattering as they fell to the ground!
"Damn! It's Jin Luo Bei Dou!"
"What is Jin Luo Bei Dou? Is Jin Luo Bei Dou that powerful?"
"Hey! You don't even know that! Jin Luo Bei Dou is one of the ten ultimate skills of the Xuan Shuang Sect, one of the ten great sects!"
"Then… then… what rank is that technique?"
"Are you an idiot? Anything from the ten great sects is bound to be good. Jin Luo Bei Dou is a divine skill, definitely a Heaven-tier low-grade technique!"
The discussions from the crowd below, filled with even greater astonishment, gave everyone a new understanding of Zhao Wu's strength.
The top-grade spiritual artifact, Fan Jin Bell!
The Heaven-tier technique, Jin Luo Bei Dou!
With such a foundation, let alone Han Lang, a rogue cultivator at the Foundation Establishment mid-stage, even Yuwen Tuo, the Golden Core stage cultivator currently in the spotlight, might have a chance to fight him.
Thus, at this moment, the odds of winning this arena match once again shifted in Zhao Wu's favor.
Han Lang, however, remained unperturbed and appeared even more relaxed.
In his heart, he didn't have any particularly bad impressions of Zhao Wu.
Therefore, when his three golden needles had the advantage in the fight earlier, he hadn't seized the opportunity to deliver a more powerful blow to Zhao Wu.
He also wanted to see what Zhao Wu's ultimate strength truly was.
"Heh heh… As expected, you do have some substance! Only then will this battle be more worthwhile!"
Zhao Wu seemed not to have heard Han Lang's soft mumbling. Instead, he seized the first opportunity to regain control of the fight, launching a punch at Han Lang from mid-air.
The golden energy wave instantly swept towards him, but Han Lang, still unhurried, took out three more golden needles. With a hum, they formed a triangular formation, creating a massive spiritual energy shield that enveloped the incoming attack.
With a boom,
The two energies instantly dissipated.
However, the speed of the three golden needles themselves did not decrease at all, heading straight for Zhao Wu's body.
Zhao Wu had by now basically figured out Han Lang's attack patterns. He was not surprised, but instead clenched his fist slightly, golden energy covering his fist like an iron hand, smashing towards the golden needles.
The direct collision of energies caused the three golden needles to sway slightly, even feeling like they might fall.
If not for Han Lang's timely control, these three would have likely lost their combat effectiveness due to Zhao Wu's attack.
Of course, Zhao Wu didn't gain any advantage either.
The impact of the energy forced his body to retreat several steps. Although he quickly stabilized himself, it was evident to any discerning observer.
This was merely an evenly matched confrontation.
"You've got some skill. It seems I underestimated you, this little rogue cultivator!"
"Heh heh… Young Master Zhao has a noble status, it's only natural for you to look down on a rustic fellow like me. However, now, shouldn't you be using your full strength?"
Zhao Wu was somewhat astonished.
Based on the previous combat situation, the two had been fighting with each other gaining the upper hand.
However, since Zhao Wu had unleashed Jin Luo Bei Dou, he had basically been fighting with all his might.
To say he hadn't exerted his utmost effort would only mean he hadn't revealed his trump card.
But all of this seemed to have been seen through by Han Lang, who appeared so calm and collected.
"Alright! Since you wish to lose faster, I shall no longer conceal my strength. But you must be careful next. My moves are too powerful, and if you are reduced to ashes, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Han Lang chuckled. Not only was he not annoyed, but he felt a greater sense of goodwill towards Zhao Wu.
He knew that Zhao Wu harbored some resentment towards him, and most of this resentment did not stem from himself.
Therefore, at this point, before intending to go all out, he was still reminding Han Lang to be careful with such a fierce tone.
This also indicated that, deep down, he did not possess any truly evil seeds.
Just as Tang Geng had said earlier, although Zhao Wu and Zhao Wei were brothers, their temperaments were vastly different!
As Han Lang was contemplating this, Zhao Wu was already preparing himself.
He softly chanted a spell, and the bell-sized Fan Jin Bell in his hand reacted once more.
However, this time, instead of transforming into a defensive barrier around Zhao Wu's body as before, it morphed into a massive weapon and directly smashed towards Han Lang.
This move, though seemingly ordinary, was actually extraordinary!
The Fan Jin Bell itself was a rare and precious spiritual artifact. Now, wielded by Zhao Wu, who possessed a Heaven-tier low-grade technique, it was a powerful combination.
With a slight touch, the arena floor was smashed into a large pit.
Furthermore, the Golden Bell's attack speed was incredibly fast, and its attack range was quite broad.
Even with Han Lang's continuous evasion, the situation had become quite perilous.
Han Lang was, of course, merely evading.
For such an attack method, let alone him, even cultivators of lower ranks knew that it was impossible to dodge.
Therefore, while defending against Zhao Wu's attacks, Han Lang's three golden needles were also constantly launching assaults on Zhao Wu.
However, in comparison, Han Lang's current methods seemed somewhat outmatched.
Just as everyone was starting to sweat for him, even more dire consequences arrived in an instant.
With a "clang,"
The Fan Jin Bell, under Zhao Wu's control, flew high into the air. Despite Han Lang's frantic evasion, he was still perfectly enveloped by it, his body instantly disappearing from the arena.
"Damn it! No way. Tang Qin, is the young master going to be alright?"
Ma Long stared intently at Han Lang's position and asked anxiously.
"I don't know! I've heard of the Fan Jin Bell, but this is my first time seeing it! I hope he's okay!"
Tang Qin's tone was also slightly anxious.
In everyone's eyes, the battle had reached a point where the outcome was almost decided.
However, as everyone waited, Zhao Wu made no further moves.
Just as everyone was feeling puzzled, observant individuals finally noticed.
Ever since Zhao Wu had successfully captured Han Lang's figure, his body had remained motionless.
While others were unaware, Ma Long and Tang Qin, who were intimately familiar with Han Lang, quickly spotted the anomaly.
"Tang Qin, look. Zhao Wu's current state, doesn't it resemble the state of his opponents when the young master used his golden needles to seal meridians before?"
"It's a bit like it! But when exactly did Han Lang manage to do all this?"
While the two were bewildered, Zhao Wu on the stage was even more clueless.
Han Lang's three golden needles had always hovered beside him, never breaking through his defenses. If he had been hit, when did it happen?
"Could it be… he can control a fourth golden needle?"