Yu Xiaogang Rolls Down the Steps

Hearing Zhu Zhuyun's refusal,

Dai Weisi did not say anything more.

He had merely shown a little concern to soothe that unlucky bastard inside his body.

So that he would not make trouble for himself.

"Tang San, are you all right now?"

Yu Xiaogang poured tea and handed it to Tang San.

"I'm fine. I just can't use both Martial Souls at the same time for now."

Tang San shook his head and answered truthfully.

"What about our injuries?"

Yu Tianheng immediately shifted the topic to the upcoming match.

There was truly not much time left for them.

Tang San nodded and replied,

"Your injuries aren't a problem either. I should still be able to heal them."

Dai Mubai said excitedly,

"That's great. In that case, if we use the Seven-in-One Fusion Skill, the Spirit Hall Team will definitely be no match for us."

"We won't need the Seven-in-One Fusion Skill to deal with the Spirit Hall Team. Since we're going for the championship, how can we reveal our trump card now?"

Tang San shook his head, dismissing Dai Mubai's suggestion.

His expression gradually turned savage.

Ye Qiu had humiliated him once again!

He did not want to wait any longer. Tomorrow, he would repay every bit of humiliation he had suffered!

He had so many women! If I used the Seven-in-One Fusion Skill and wasn't proficient with it, accidentally killing a few of them would be perfectly normal, wouldn't it?

Yu Xiaogang immediately seemed as though he had been injected with chicken blood.

"That's right, Tang San is correct. The Spirit Hall Team is definitely no longer at their peak. As long as everyone follows my tactical arrangements, defeating them will not be much of a problem!"

"Teacher, we won't need your tactics."

Tang San shook his head.