Internal Strife (Part Two)

Oscar's face was full of unwillingness as, at the final moment, he gritted his teeth and threw out the sausages in his hands.

"Catch!"

Zhao Xuan frowned and tried to snatch the sausages Oscar had left behind. If Tang San and the others got those sausages, this battle would become much more difficult. Conversely, if he got them, things would be far easier for him.

Just then, Tang San's Second Soul Ring suddenly lit up. Countless Blue Silver Grass blades sprouted from every corner around Zhao Xuan, binding him tightly.

Tang San's Second Soul Skill—Parasite!

Xiao Wu, who had dashed back, took the opportunity to catch the sausages Oscar had left behind. Since Zhao Xuan had no poison-type Soul Skills, Oscar had only made Big Sausages and Mushroom Sausages. By the time he was eliminated, he had made three Big Sausages and two Mushroom Sausages.

At the same time, Tang San shouted, "Fatty!"

"Got it!" Ma Hongjun had long since possessed his Martial Soul. Seeing Zhao Xuan bound up, he revealed a smug grin.

Sorry, Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan's divine sense caught Ma Hongjun's Soul Power fluctuations. He had barely turned his head when he saw Ma Hongjun's First Soul Ring light up.

"You really think you've got me?" Zhao Xuan gritted his teeth, then without hesitation used his Second Soul Skill on Ma Hongjun—No Connection!

Ma Hongjun's First Soul Skill, which he had been charging up, suddenly had its Soul Power cut off. The backlash struck him instantly, making his body tremble slightly. He could not help opening his mouth and coughing out a wisp of green smoke, his face turning pale at once.

Though Ma Hongjun's Martial Soul had certain flaws, it was undeniably a powerful Beast Soul. The Phoenix Evil Fire was like maggots clinging to bone.