Meanwhile, the fifth golden needle was poised and shot straight towards Sima Tuo's dantian.
"Holy crap! The fifth needle, the fifth needle!"
"This is incredible! Han Lang can actually control a fifth golden needle. Such a division of divine sense is beyond mortal capability!"
"With this, the gap in strength between Han Lang and Sima Tuo has narrowed even further!"
"This battle is getting more and more exciting!"
The appearance of Han Lang's fifth golden needle immediately boosted the confidence of the spectators below.
Even Sima Tuo on the stage couldn't help but tense up.
Before this, he was confident enough to defeat Han Lang based on the difference in their cultivation.
However, the sudden appearance of an extra golden needle put immense pressure on him. After all, one more golden needle meant Sima Tuo had to deal with another cultivator as strong as Han Lang!
Thinking of this, he felt a surge of indignation.
"Hmph! You think these tricks are enough to defeat me? What a pipe dream!"
"Heaven Splitting Slash!"
Seeing the fifth golden needle drawing closer, Sima Tuo let out a fierce roar. The phantom short blade in his hand instantly changed direction, swinging upwards from below. After breaking Han Lang's offensive, its momentum did not wane as it ferociously charged towards Han Lang again.
If Han Lang dodged now, he would undoubtedly be split in half by the sharp blade.
But he remained as steadfast as a mountain. At the very moment the blade's edge was about to touch him, the four golden needles, which had been transformed into pillars, descended from the sky.
Like a blacksmith forging with a hammer, they struck down one by one with a resounding "clang, clang, clang, clang."
The collision of such massive objects generated wave after wave of shockwaves.
The entire audience was buffeted by the air currents, their hair flying. Those closer could not even open their eyes.
"Holy crap! Is this a battle between rookies? It feels like mountains could be moved and seas filled in the next second!"
"The power is immense! To witness such a battle in the rookie arena is worth the trip to the special forces!"
"It's said that rookies of the Golden Core stage in previous years won with overwhelming dominance. I never expected that in our batch, someone could truly fight head-on!"
"Regardless of the outcome, with such a performance, Han Lang, my brother, I'm a fan!"
"I'm a fan too, you guys do as you please!"
It wasn't just these rookies who were astonished; even all the veterans were somewhat surprised.
Especially Old Kuang and Huang Yuhua.
Both of them had their mouths agape, as if Han Lang's performance was completely beyond their expectations.
Only Liu Xiaoxiao's expression remained relatively calm.
She had a brief exchange with Han Lang before and had a basic judgment of his strength, so she had somewhat anticipated all of this.
However, even so, Han Lang being able to control five golden needles simultaneously was completely beyond her expectations.
After all, when she sparred with Han Lang previously, he had only controlled three golden needles.
The crowd's astonishment did not affect the mindset of the two on stage.
At this moment, both their expressions were equally solemn.
Neither of them had expected the other's displayed strength to be so astonishing.
Han Lang also did not expect that Sima Tuo, a Golden Core stage cultivator, would possess such formidable combat techniques.
He dared not slacken in the slightest.
After defending against Sima Tuo's attack, he, without pausing, controlled the fifth golden needle to counterattack.
Sima Tuo no longer dared to underestimate Han Lang.
For him, these two moves had never been used simultaneously during his advancement in the rookie arena.
Not only had he unleashed them consecutively, but they had also failed to achieve the desired effect. Instead, Han Lang still displayed the ability to counterattack.
What did this signify?
It signified that his offensive pressure was simply not enough!
Thinking of this, he felt a surge of anger.
Looking at the fifth golden needle hurtling towards him, he pointed into the air, and his figure soared higher.
"Since that's the case, then I'll let you truly experience the real strength of a Golden Core stage cultivator!"
Seeing Sima Tuo flying higher and higher, Han Lang, though unsure of his intentions, knew he couldn't let him succeed easily.
He quickly controlled the golden needle to change direction, following Sima Tuo's silhouette, intending to interrupt his charge-up.
Sima Tuo now barely paid attention to the golden needle attacking him.
He trembled with all his might, and his immense spiritual energy erupted downwards.
The massive energy wave caused the whistling fifth golden needle to momentarily falter.
It was precisely during this brief moment that he struck the threatening fifth golden needle with a palm strike in mid-air.
Upon being struck, the golden needle seemed to lose its momentum and plummeted. It was only when it was about to hit the ground that Han Lang stabilized its trajectory.
But this did not signify Han Lang's defeat!
Before Sima Tuo could savor his strength, Han Lang's other four golden needles had already resumed their original forms and, following the fifth golden needle, began to surround and attack Sima Tuo one after another.
"Despicable!"
Sima Tuo was somewhat exasperated.
He hadn't noticed when Han Lang had withdrawn the illusionary forms of the four golden needles, nor how those four golden needles had silently surrounded him.
But no matter how much he cursed inwardly, Han Lang's offensive had already formed.
He was forced to deal with them in a flurry.
His handsome figure, combined with the aerial flight power of the Golden Core stage, constantly weaved through the air.
While dodging the golden needles' attacks, he repelled them one by one with palm strikes.
However, the golden needles were like persistent maggots, with one being struck down only for another to immediately follow.
Seeing this, Zhao Wu's face flushed, and he felt a slight anger in his heart.
Wasn't this kind of rogue tactic previously used by Han Lang against him?
But such moves, which couldn't defeat Zhao Wu, naturally wouldn't defeat Sima Tuo either.
Zhao Wu knew this, Sima Tuo knew this, and Han Lang knew it even better.
Just as he was about to pull out his sixth golden needle, Sima Tuo in the air lost his patience.
He let out a forceful shout.
"Eight Trigrams Palm!"
His figure instantly spun rapidly in the air like a陀螺 (tuóluó - spinning top), and simultaneously, he unleashed a barrage of palm strikes, preventing the four golden needles from regaining momentum before he knocked them down one by one.
That wasn't all.
As the golden needles neared the ground, Sima Tuo, without any hesitation, pushed his palms towards Han Lang with fury.
Two massive transparent palm prints bore down on Han Lang, with what appeared to be a faint Yin-Yang fish visible in the center of each palm.
Carrying the momentum of a thousand troops, the Yin-Yang fish seemed to be spinning at high speed, causing Han Lang's mind to reel slightly.
"It even has a hallucinatory effect?"
Han Lang was greatly alarmed.
If it weren't for his cultivation of the Heavenly Derivation Method, which made his divine sense stronger than that of ordinary people, he wouldn't have recovered so quickly.
And the consequence, naturally, was missing a crucial opportunity and being struck by the massive palms.
Even so, the palm prints were already upon him.
He had no time to react and could only instinctively push his palm to counter.
With a deafening "boom,"
The palm prints embedded themselves into the arena, creating two massive craters and kicking up a sky full of dust, making it impossible to see Han Lang's condition in the center of the pit.