Tongue Tongue Drop was huge, and with both feet off the ground, it could only descend and couldn't move in any other direction. As long as the attack was fast enough, it was practically a living target.
Unfortunately, given the distance between them, Ya Bao still couldn't attack quickly enough to directly hit Tongue Tongue Drop while it was falling through the air.
It should have aimed for where the opponent would land—the spot where the fireball had just struck.
Qiao Sang finished analyzing the situation and was about to speak.
But the instant she finished her analysis, Ya Bao seemed to sense her thoughts. It opened its mouth, and a basketball-sized spark shot toward the position she had envisioned.
Tongue Tongue Drop had just landed. Its injured sole made intimate contact with the still-scorching ground littered with embers, and it stubbornly held back its cry.
Yet the very next second, a ball of flame containing terrifying energy came hurtling straight at it.
"Tongue Tongue!!!"
This was the advantage of attacking first. If the attack was used properly, you could completely seize control of the battle's rhythm.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Why does it feel like Qiao Sang has the upper hand..." Wang Jihang said in disbelief.
He was the last remaining member of the Personal Combat Team.
"You're not seeing things." Lu Liangye nodded seriously.
He could no longer bring himself to compare himself to Qiao Sang.
If she were only a little stronger than him, he might still refuse to accept it. But when she was vastly stronger and crushed him in every aspect, all he could feel was envy and admiration.
"Tongue Lick." Qin Wen said calmly.
Tongue Lick?
Qiao Sang froze for a moment and immediately thought of Little Treasure Hunting Ghost. She remembered that Little Treasure