Formless Heavenly Gang Power (Part 2)

Although Oscar was no good in a fight and had performed miserably just now, his mind was exceptionally sharp. In that instant, he realized that the pair known as Absolute Offense and Defense might be plotting something.

Though Oscar was in a sorry state, he still shouted loudly.

"Boss, be careful!"

Dai Mubai wore a cold expression, seeming to be weighing his options.

But at that very instant, Wu Qing's Third Soul Ring lit up.

"Kid, what do you think of my Third Soul Skill, Earth Treasury Frog?"

A gigantic frog's mouth suddenly appeared beneath Dai Mubai's feet, trapping his entire body in place and leaving him unable to move.

It was hard to imagine that this was merely a Hundred-Year Soul Skill. It probably only appeared to be a Hundred-Year Soul Ring on the surface; its true age had likely already approached a thousand years.

From the distant stands, Ye Wen fell into thought when he saw this Soul Skill.

Douluo Continent was not without trap-type Soul Skills, but without exception, they all came from extremely powerful Soul Beasts. What right did a commoner Soul Master with such a mediocre Soul Ring configuration have to obtain a Soul Skill like this?

Ye Wen did not rule out the possibility that this person was simply lucky, but when he glanced again at Smythe, who was holding Oscar hostage, his gaze turned deep.

Dai Mubai, bound in place, remained unhurried and even sneered.

"You sent the stutterer to negotiate with me while you kept your mouth shut and hid off to the side. This trap is way too stupid."

Wu Qing also knew that their methods were rather crude, but a sinister smile still curled across his lips.

"Hehehe, so what if you saw through it? But do you know why