"Change 'throw it out' to 'clamp it' for me!"
Wang Bing kicked out. Tang San staggered, clamped the Iron Silver Spear between his legs, and ran several steps forward before finally steadying himself.
Wang Bing kicked Tang San hard while gripping his Iron Silver Spear.
Under the force of the recoil,
what Wang Bing had expected happened—his Martial Soul fell away.
But what he had not expected was that it fell from his own hand.
Tang San, with the shining silver spear stuck in him, stumbled forward.
The flying spear shaft then **bang**ed against Wang Bing's chin.
He stared blankly at Tang San, hardly daring to believe it. His Martial Soul had been stolen?
And it had been stolen by...
Everyone in the stands stared wide-eyed at the spectacular, explosive scene.
"This Hammer Grass Unrivaled really deserves to have a profession. That bite strength is seriously impressive."
"Damn, he's strong."
"I didn't believe a Soul Master could have some other profession before, but now I do. He definitely has one. Otherwise, how could he clamp it and walk around?"
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang both had utterly dark expressions.
They had completely lost face today.
"Use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"
At last, the two of them stopped holding back.
Because of that run forward, Tang San was now extremely close to Luo Sanpao.
Tang San's body suddenly began to tremble in a flickering, indistinct manner. His entire figure seemed somewhat translucent as he rushed toward Luo Sanpao.
"Stop them!"
Jiang Liu used his second soul skill, Three-Stage Slash, once again. He slid one step forward.
The Three-Point Double-Edged Blade slashed at Tang San's body.
But Tang San's body had already become ethereal.
The blade passed straight through his body.
Tang San and Luo Sanpao finally collided.
A brilliant purple