An Army Routed Like a Collapsing Mountain!

Feng Xiaotian's opponent was Ma Hongjun.

Strictly speaking, Ma Hongjun was an Agility Attack-Type Spirit Master, but his build had forced him to switch to being a Power Attack-Type Spirit Master.

Yet his close-combat ability was abysmal. Aside from breathing fire with his first Soul Skill, he had almost no means of fighting an opponent.

After obtaining his third Soul Skill, Ma Hongjun had gained the ability to fly, but he posed no threat whatsoever to Feng Xiaotian.

Facing such a weakling, Feng Xiaotian could not even be bothered to attack. As he casually dodged his opponent's attacks, he observed the battlefield and even exchanged signals with Wu Qi from afar.

Before the match, the team had practiced coded signals, allowing them to communicate without outsiders learning their tactical intentions.

But in Tang San's eyes, the two were communicating intensely, and he had no idea what they were planning.

"Third Brother, should I help? That damn fatty is just here to make a fool of himself. He can't hold anyone off," Xiao Wu said urgently.

Tang San shook his head.

He could not defend the back line alone against simultaneous attacks from Feng Xiaotian and Wu Qi.

But that did not mean he had no countermeasure. "Xiao Ao, Flying Mushroom Sausages."

The Seven Treasures Team's members were indeed immensely powerful on the ground, but if they moved the battlefield into the air, only Wu Qi and Feng Xiaotian could fly.

Seven against two-the advantage would surely be theirs.

Matches at the Great Soul Arena were theoretically without rules. Oscar had prepared a large quantity of food before the match, and now they could eat it directly once he took it out of his Soul Tool.

Tang San called out loudly, "Execute the second plan!"

At his command, Dai Mubai and