Hearing Tang San's words, Ma Hongjun gave a disdainful snort. "Who the hell are you to meddle in my business? Looking for trouble?"
Tang San's expression darkened. "Whose father are you?"
Ma Hongjun's thin mustache twitched. "Whoever sticks their nose where it doesn't belong—I'm his father."
Tang San moved. No matter how good his temper was, he could not tolerate such an insult. Stepping with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he kicked toward the little fatty's chest. The force in this kick was restrained rather than released, controlled with great precision. If the little fatty had been an ordinary person, it would at most have knocked him to the ground.
But if he possessed some special ability, Tang San could release the force in that kick at any moment.
Just as Tang San had guessed, the little fatty was no ordinary person. Seeing Tang San's kick coming, he met it without hesitation, raising both fists before him to block the kick. A faint purple glow shone from his body, clearly a fluctuation of Soul Power.
Tang San's kicked foot suddenly halted in midair. He changed from kicking to stomping, stepping down toward the fatty's lower abdomen. Ma Hongjun reacted quickly as well, bringing his raised fists down together to smash at Tang San's foot.
With a muffled bang, Tang San withdrew his foot and retreated, while Ma Hongjun was also kicked back several steps. The two had actually come out even. The fatty's Soul Power seemed only slightly weaker than Tang San's.
Ma Hongjun froze for a moment. "So you're a Soul Master too. No wonder you dared meddle in my business. Let me show you what real strength is."
As he spoke, Ma Hongjun let out a low shout. "Phoenix Avatar."
At the word "Phoenix," Tang San and Xiao Wu's