Ma Xiaotao the Masochist? Uncle-Master, You're So Rude~

"Damn, they're really rich!"

Yao Haoxuan looked at the Milk Bottles in Xiao Xiao and the others' hands, the corner of his eye twitching as envy and bitterness welled up inside him.

One major reason they looked down on Soul Tools was because they were expensive. To them, Soul Tools had far too poor a cost-performance ratio.

Besides, among the main team before, even that eliminated Class 5 Soul Engineer had not been wealthy enough to drink Milk Bottles like water.

On the other side, the Clear Sky Hammer had already descended. Yao Haoxuan did not dare let his guard down; this was also a legendary divine Martial Soul.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Mountain Barrier!"

His fourth soul ring flashed beneath his feet, and his already thick arms swelled several times larger, like two shields.

Defense doubled! Strength doubled!

But the next moment, a streak of light fell, and Yao Haoxuan's swollen arms were instantly beaten back to their original form.

In contrast, two divine lights flashed around Tang Wutong. Ning Tian's enhancement had arrived, making the already ferocious Clear Sky Hammer even more savage.

Bang! Bang!

Yao Haoxuan's massive body was instantly hammered into the air, and he let out an unwilling scream midair.

"Argh—! Gongyang Mo! Where are you?! Where the hell are you?!"

Their support was idling at the fountain, while the other side was gobbling up buffs one after another. How was he supposed to fight this match?

"Yao Haoxuan is eliminated!"

With a grab of his hand, Xuan Zi pulled the bruised and battered Yao Haoxuan out of Tang Wutong's pursuit and loudly announced the result.

Tang Wutong also stopped chasing. She landed gracefully, slung the Clear Sky Hammer over her shoulder, then turned back to Ning Tian and gave her a rare compliment.

"Not bad!"