Ye Zhiqiu openly watched from afar, eating watermelon, leaving everyone in the match rather speechless.
Zhao Wuji was so angry that Soul Power seemed to be spraying from all seven orifices. This little brat was far too arrogant. Was he treating them like monkeys? Once I deal with these four little ones, I'll teach him a proper lesson.
Zhao Wuji forcibly suppressed the urge to rush over and beat Ye Zhiqiu up, then turned his gaze back to Tang San and the others. His eyes made it clear that he was starting to take this seriously.
"Xiao Wu, we'll focus on defense. Zhu Qing, provide support. Stall for time." Tang San stared fixedly at Zhao Wuji, his mind racing as he instantly changed their battle plan.
With Zhao Wuji getting serious, continuing to attack would undoubtedly be like walking right into his palm strikes.
What they needed to do now was stall for as long as they could. As for the remaining time, they could only leave it to Ye Zhiqiu.
Tang San felt that he had already guessed Ye Zhiqiu's intentions. He definitely wanted to conserve his strength while using this watermelon-eating mockery to disrupt Teacher Zhao's state of mind and expose an opening.
That was right, it had to be. Ah Qiu was truly too clever.
"You little brats, I have to admit that you're excellent, but this ends here." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji strode toward Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong. These three were his priority targets. There was no need to mention the Support Soul Master, while Tang San and Xiao Wu's tacit cooperation had also left a deep impression on Zhao Wuji.
Watching Tang San and Xiao Wu take their stances with wary expressions, Zhao Wuji grinned. "Third Spirit Ability,