Chapter 996: Chapter 996

At the beginning, it wasn’t too difficult, and Tang Ming easily avoided them.

As the number of hidden weapons increased, he had to adopt the same tactics as Wan Yong, planning to use his limbs and organs to catch the projectiles and counterattack at the right moment.

When over a dozen types of projectiles were shot simultaneously, Tang Ming used his identity to evade most of them, then caught two Silver Snake Darts with his hands like iron clamps.

The moment he caught the darts, Tang Ming’s expression changed dramatically.

"What’s happening? These aren’t props; they’re real hidden weapons."

After a slight sensing, Tang Ming realized that the hidden weapons in his hands were not props but lethal life-taking projectiles.

No time to think further, the next wave of projectiles was already launching. Tang Ming quickly moved his body while using both hands to shoot the two Silver Snake Darts toward a pair of mother-and-child darts.

When several hidden weapons collided, they actually sparked, indicating these projectiles weren’t props at all.

"Damn it, you’re ambushing me."

Tang Ming roared in anger, but unfortunately, the people outside couldn’t hear his voice at all.

After dodging another wave of attacks, Tang Ming’s expression turned exceptionally solemn.

From now on, there’s no room for jokes. If he makes even the slightest mistake, he’ll get hit, and even if these real hidden weapons don’t take his life, they’ll seriously injure him, leaving no hope for the next competition.

Moreover, facing so many terrifying projectiles, even if he gets injured, surviving might still be a problem.

The most frustrating point is that he still has to consider the competition. Unless absolutely necessary, he can’t use Gang Qi. Otherwise, he’ll be immediately disqualified, losing a hundred points in one go, with no way to recover.

Tang Ming was running for his life in the Hidden Weapons Room, and some people outside started to realize something was wrong.

Long Ao leaned on the glass, gloomily looking at Qin Fang: "Tang Xin is not dealing with props; you’re using real hidden weapons against him. Do you want to kill him?"

Qin Fang looked puzzled at Long Ao.

"Yeah? What’s going on?"

Lin Canghai and Wu Xiaoyu also looked confused.

"Look carefully, the sparks from the collision of Tang Xin’s counterattacks show these are not props made of plastic but real metal hidden weapons."

Long Ao angrily pointed inside, shouting, "Stop the competition immediately."

Qin Fang took a closer look and also noticed something suspicious, hurriedly trying to control the computer to shut down the program, but...

"No, once the program is started, it must last for three minutes, and no one can terminate it."

Qin Fang replied helplessly.

"Damn it, if anything happens to Tang Xin, I’ll hold you accountable."

Long Ao stared coldly at Qin Fang, warning her.

"I don’t know what happened either. The weapon loading is managed by the machine and has nothing to do with me."

Qin Fang shouted with grievance; this really had nothing to do with her.

"Interesting, this is getting really exciting."

Fu Renjie and others, upon hearing this, became excited. If Tang Xin died in the Hidden Weapons Room, this competition would be without suspense.

Lin Canghai grit his teeth and shouted firmly, "Even if they’re real hidden weapons, I believe Tang Xin can surely come out unscathed. What others can do, he can certainly do."

"He’ll definitely be fine."

Wu Xiaoyu clasped her hands in prayer.

Inside the Hidden Weapons Room, Tang Ming was already drenched in sweat; he had lost all sense of time, as the immense danger made each moment feel infinitely long, making this the longest three minutes of his life.

Tang Ming relied on his superior skills to safely endure two minutes and forty seconds.

"Someone must be trying to use this opportunity to kill me, using not only real hidden weapons but also poisoning them."

Tang Ming fired the projectiles he caught, trying to stay calm.

These projectiles were coated with potent poison; just catching them with hands would poison someone if he weren’t immune to poison, he’d be dead by now.

Tang Ming’s guess was right; it was all Fu Tianyou’s conspiracy.

At this moment, Fu Tianyou was happily watching Tang Ming struggle in the office, while Lengzhan stood beside, pouring tea and fixated on the screen.

"Deputy Director, this guy is definitely dead this time."

Lengzhan chuckled excitedly.

"Heh, swapping props with real hidden weapons and coating all with lethal poison, there’s no way he can survive."

Fu Tianyou snorted, "He’s already caught several projectiles with his hand, likely poisoned by now. He won’t even make it to the last wave before he dies completely."

"Exactly, that’s the price for defying the Ming Group, to die without a trace."

Lengzhan cursed fiercely, then looked worriedly at Fu Tianyou: "That said, he’s dead for sure, but how should we handle it afterward? The Su Family and the Dark Group won’t let it go, and with so many swapped hidden weapons, they’ll easily find leverage."

Fu Tianyou chuckled indifferently, "We’ll just say it was a program error, switching from trial mode to combat mode, then find some subordinate responsible for the program to take the blame. What can they do to us?"

"Indeed, the Director always has it figured out."

Lengzhan nodded repeatedly, exhaling with relief: "This major threat is finally being resolved. Once he’s dead, I’ll immediately lead a raid on Songlan City and Songhai City, reclaiming all the Ming Group lost."

"That’s inevitable, but it’s a shame for the other families; killing Tang Ming helps them remove a strong rival, yet we gain no advantage, truly unsatisfying."

Fu Tianyou pouted gloomily.

"It’s the last wave."

Lengzhan reminded, then focused intently on the computer screen.

Fu Tianyou also sat up straight, eager to see Tang Ming turned into a sieve.

In the Hidden Weapons Room, Tang Ming held a handful of projectiles, panting while vigilantly watching his surroundings. The last wave of over a hundred projectiles was coming.

"Using projectiles for defense is impossible now."

Tang Ming discarded the projectiles in his hand, his mind racing. Without using Gang Qi, and lacking Wan Yong’s ability to stop the projectiles with a shout, facing one hundred and eight different projectiles at once, he was uncertain.

At this moment, Tang Ming was torn between preserving his life and risking everything for the competition.

It’s too much to sacrifice one’s life for the Su Family and others!

But thinking about what Wan Yong could achieve, if he just gave up, he could never hold his head up in front of Wan Yong, leaving a psychological scar even if he survived.