Wang Dong'er was dumbfounded as well.
What?
She remembered that when she came to the God Realm, she had wanted to personally slap Tang San too!
But it seemed she could not get involved at all. She was too weak—she could not even kick in this match!
Feeling blue, like a mushroom.
First she had lost to Big Silly Cat today, then she had lost to Rong Nianbing and the others. She had accomplished nothing at all!
[Wang Dong'er: Wuwuwu—!! Why can't I personally beat God King Tang up?!]
[Wang Dong'er: Su Yan, can you help me? Let me join in and kick him too?]
[Liu Erlong: Give it up. That's a God King-level match. A Level 60 Soul Power weakling like you couldn't even catch the ball.]
[Dugu Yan: Rong Nianbing and Ji Dong scored big this time. Who would've thought the ball—pah, who would've thought God King Tang could be kicked like this?]
[Group Member Number Nine: They're better than us. We've bullied Tang San and Yu Xiaogang so many times, yet we never came up with a method like this.]
[Zhu Zhuqing: Stop joking around. Douluo Dalu 2 Tang San is a God King and can take a beating. If Douluo Dalu 1 Tang San were kicked like this, he'd be dead after two kicks.]
[Qian Renxue: Normally, treating a person like a ball and kicking them around like that is extremely vile and excessive.]
[Ye Guyi: But this person is Tang San. I actually can't stop laughing. I'm screwed! I seem to have become a descendant of the Rakshasa God.]
[Gu Yuena: He deserves it!]
[Gu Yuena: He really deserves it!]
[Dark Avenger: Tang San is such a bastard that you can never kick him too much. No matter how you kick him, it's satisfying to