Xiao Wu's face darkened at the sight. She truly wanted to Teleport over, kick Zijing straight into the air, and then give her a brutal Eight-Section Fall.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Zijing continuously flung out Crimson Flame Thorn spears, driving them wildly inward. Each strike made the Shrek members' expressions change drastically. If they had not trusted Tang San, they would have already shouted their surrender.
Meanwhile, Tang San was enduring the terrifying damage of the thorns, frantically swinging his Eight Spider Lances.
"Tang San, Tang San, you only know how to live off your teacher's old lessons. You don't know how to innovate at all! I haven't seen a single combat idea that impressed me."
Little Jiu laughed heartily. Last time, he had guided Shui Bing'er to utterly defeat Tang San. This time, after guiding Zijing, he had made Tang San suffer quite a bit as well. It felt wonderful.
My foolish brother, without cheats, you're actually very weak!
With equal combat strength, you can't even remain invincible.
Your combat ideas are all copied from Master's homework. You've never forged a path of your own. How could you possibly improve like this?
Bang!
A terrifying wave of Soul Power suddenly surged forth.
The Crimson Flame Thorn sphere was smashed apart by tremendous force. Tang San emerged from within, holding the Clear Sky Hammer in a miserable state. His body was covered in tiny puncture wounds from Wood Thorns, and his battle uniform was slashed with dense, crisscrossing blood marks. He was in extremely poor condition.
Aside from his Hidden Weapons, Tang San had practically used every trump card he possessed. Pointing at Zijing, he said, "It's my turn to counterattack!"
He charged at Zijing with the Clear Sky Hammer in hand, determined to wash away the humiliation of being completely