Gangzi's skill was pure torture. When the little wretch encountered other enemies, he could still be killed, resurrect, and fight again. But when he ran into Luo Sanpao, he was in for misery.
Luo Sanpao's bombardment would not kill him; it would only stink him unconscious. Death Return could only be triggered after death.
This meant the little wretch could not revive and reset his condition. He could only wake up, then be knocked unconscious again by the surrounding stench.
"How did the little wretch lose directly at the second stage? That's way too pathetic..."
Chen Ming'er sat in the stands, looking as if he wanted to say something as Tang San continued doing sit-ups. He truly had no idea how long the other party would be stuck on this stage.
After a month of being stunk unconscious, waking up, and doing sit-ups, Tang San finally developed an odor resistance. His sense of smell had been ruined; he could no longer smell anything.
When he opened his eyes and stood up again, Yu Xiaogang once more sent Luo Sanpao forward to fight.
"Go, Luo Sanpao! Fart like smoke, hypnotize them into slumber, Luo Sanpao!"
As his words fell, Luo Sanpao's body began to swell. Then he once again aimed his cannon at Tang San behind him and began loading ammunition and charging up.
Boom!
As the black smoke rushed toward him, Tang San merely watched coldly. When the black smoke finally dispersed, he was completely unharmed.
"What?! It actually had no effect!"
Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted at the sight, while Tang San said coldly:
"Done attacking? Then it's my turn! Die, Gangzi!"
Tang San roared and charged forward in a single stride. The Eight Spider Lances behind his back spread wide as they shot straight toward Yu Xiaogang.
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