"Don't look at me like that."
Han Yuchen shrugged helplessly. "I'm a support-type. I have the lowest status on the team, I do all the dirty and exhausting work, and yet I get paid the least."
"I need to make a living too."
"Besides, this piece of iron is really important to me."
His expression was far too sincere.
So sincere that it was like an award-winning actor had possessed him.
Hu Liena wavered slightly.
If she could obtain Shrek's weaknesses—especially Tang San's weakness—
then it would undoubtedly be a tremendous advantage in the upcoming finals.
"Go on."
Hu Liena gritted her teeth. "If the information is valuable, I won't take this piece of iron."
Han Yuchen looked around, then leaned closer with a mysterious air.
"You know about Tang San's External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, right?"
Hu Liena nodded.
It was a devastating weapon, carrying deadly poison.
"Actually, that's his weak point."
Han Yuchen lowered his voice and spouted nonsense with a straight face.
"Whenever he releases the Eight Spider Lances, there's a 0.5-second delay in his Soul Power circulation."
"Especially at the instant he retracts the Soul Bone, the area beneath the third rib on his left side will have its defense drop to zero."
"That's the blind spot in his Soul Power circulation."
"As long as you attack that spot at that moment..."
Han Yuchen made a throat-slitting gesture.
"Not even immortals could save him."
Hu Liena was stunned.
Such specific details?
A 0.5-second delay? The third rib on the left side?
If he weren't a teammate who spent every day with Tang San, there was no way he could know so clearly.
And it sounded perfectly consistent with the logic of Soul Power circulation.
She believed him.
"Is that true?"
A glint flashed through