Silence!
A deathly silence!
This situation made Tang Qin and Ma Long below their hearts race, worrying about Han Lang.
Huang Yuhua and Liu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but stand up. If it weren't for the rule that spectators couldn't use their divine sense to mislead the combatants in arena matches, they would have loved to scan Han Lang's condition.
The onlookers were even more stunned, and discussions began to erupt.
"Is... is it over?"
"As expected, the gap in strength is insurmountable?"
"Golden Core stage, terrifying indeed!"
"Han Lang is truly a prodigy among prodigies! Let's hope he's alright!"
"Yes! Otherwise, the Special Special Forces would lose a great general!"
The purpose of the rookie arena matches was to test the rookies' strength and enhance their combat experience.
However, under certain special circumstances, the death or severe injury of a member was also not entirely controllable.
Therefore, the public's worry was not unfounded.
Everyone had witnessed Han Lang's strength. If any accident occurred in the arena match, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss for the Special Special Forces.
But Sima Tuo, who was hovering in the air, didn't care about these things.
There was no trace of pity on his face; instead, a faint hint of excitement appeared.
To him, the honor of being the arena champion was more important than the life of any comrade!
But his joy didn't last long.
Before the smile on his face could disappear, a golden needle shot out of the divine pit, whistling directly towards Sima Tuo.
The crowd below instantly erupted.
"He's okay! Han Lang is okay!"
"Haha... to withstand such an attack, Han Lang is awesome!"
"The outcome of this battle is no longer important to me! To have endured to this extent, in my heart, he has already won!"
"Switching fans! Definitely switching fans!"
Compared to everyone's joy, Tang Qin, Ma Long, and even Huang Yuhua and Liu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Even Old Kuang, Sima Tuo's direct superior, couldn't help but feel a slight sense of relief.
The Special Special Forces needed talented individuals. Although he was a competitor with Han Lang, or rather Huang Yuhua, in the arena match, he fundamentally did not wish for the Special Special Forces to lose a talent like Han Lang.
"It seems I'll have to have a good talk with Sima Tuo after the competition! This kind of fighting is indeed going too far!"
Old Kuang thought this, but Sima Tuo on the stage was filled with disbelief.
In his eyes, his strongest move of Baguazhang had clearly hit Han Lang.
Even if he didn't die, he shouldn't have the ability to fight again!
But if that were the case, where did this whistling golden needle come from?
The battle situation didn't allow him to think carefully. Helplessly, he could only gather his strength again and strike the golden needle with his palm!
The golden needle fell, descending gracefully!
The dust on the stage gradually dispersed, and Han Lang's proud figure stood in the great pit. In front of him, five giant golden pillars stood. It was likely they had defended Han Lang against Sima Tuo's Baguazhang.
That's not right!
Five of them?
Everyone woke up as if from a dream.
If the five golden pillars in front of Han Lang were illusions of the golden needles, then the one attacking Sima Tuo was...
The sixth one?
"Holy crap! Han Lang was still hiding his strength!"
"This truly refreshes my worldview! He still had a trick up his sleeve! Should we re-evaluate the previous battles?"
"Six golden needles mean six Han Langs! If this strength had been revealed from the beginning, wouldn't our recent worries have been non-existent?"
Everyone below was shocked.
Even Huang Yuhua and Old Kuang hadn't expected Han Lang to possess such strength.
What was most incredible was.
Even the Military Region Commander Song Heguo in the stands was surprised by Han Lang's move.
It should be known that although there were many talents among the rookies in every session, Han Lang was the only one who could move Song Heguo!
"Interesting?" Song Heguo said leisurely.
Su Kunyu also echoed with a smile, "Haha... it's rare for Commander Song to speak at this rookie arena match! Seeing this young man, the cultivation world of Xia Kingdom has successors!"
Song Heguo seemed to have his thoughts hit upon and chuckled, saying no more.
Meanwhile, Sima Tuo on stage was utterly shocked.
"Six golden needles! Impossible! How could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator divide his divine sense into six strands? How powerful must his divine sense be?"
Sima Tuo muttered to himself, recalling the last second his Baguazhang hit Han Lang.
He clearly saw that at that moment, Han Lang seemed to have already made a move to resist.
"Could it be that he had already broken free from the illusionary control of Baguazhang at that time? No wonder, no wonder..." With everything figured out, Sima Tuo suddenly became clear-headed.
If Han Lang's divine sense wasn't so powerful, how could he have reacted at that critical moment, thus escaping death under his Baguazhang and standing here unharmed?
"If that's the case, what level of technique is his needle control?"
Before Sima Tuo could think it through, Han Lang had already launched another offensive.
With the six golden needles out, he would no longer hold back.
"Divine Needles as You Wish!"
With a loud shout, the five giant golden pillars in front of Han Lang were pulled out, carrying wisps of falling soil. Then, one by one, they smashed down towards Sima Tuo in the air.
Sima Tuo was caught off guard and, in a moment of desperation, raised his arm to block.
With several "bang bang bang" sounds.
Although Sima Tuo was not injured, these heavy blows caused his airborne body to fall bit by bit.
By the time all six golden pillars had struck him back and forth, Sima Tuo's legs were already deeply embedded in the ground, even surpassing his knees.
Taking advantage of Sima Tuo's constrained movement, Han Lang did not hesitate at all. The six golden pillars instantly transformed back into golden needles, one after another, striking towards Sima Tuo's major acupoints from all directions.
Sima Tuo was alarmed, but his mobility was restricted at this moment, and he couldn't make the same kind of resistance as before.
So, with a thought, his previous short blade flew into the air again, repelling the most threatening golden needles with lightning speed.
Then, seizing this brief moment of respite, he exerted a slight force with his legs, causing the floor beneath him to crack layer by layer.
Leaping out, he quickly unleashed palm strikes one after another, hitting the remaining golden needles.
However, the continuous attacks of the six golden needles were completely different from the previous four.
With the slightest carelessness, the golden needles would pierce his body.
Even with Sima Tuo's high level of strength, he could only cope with them defensively at this point.
This was not all.
Han Lang's "Divine Needles as You Wish" was not that simple.
At this moment, the golden needles seemed to be guided by a powerful spiritual energy. If a strike failed, they would use the force of Sima Tuo's counterattack to transform into golden pillars and smash towards his head.
For a time, Sima Tuo was indeed overwhelmed.
The power of the six golden needles was far more troublesome than the four.
Helplessly, he could only exert his full strength, instantly mobilizing all his spiritual energy, which converged on his short blade with immense power, infused with the force of lightning. After Han Lang's new round of attacks, he directly sprayed it out.