Yu Xiaogang ultimately agreed to Tang San's suggestion, gave him detailed information on every team member, and handed him the authority to select the lineup.
Tang San eagerly accepted the team's files. After reading them for a while, no one knew what he had thought of, but his expression changed slightly.
"What is it?"
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang asked.
"N-Nothing..."
Tang San secretly clenched the documents in his hand.
He had realized that, if the Blue Tyrant Academy Team wanted to win the upcoming match, then from a rational standpoint, the most suitable person to bench... was actually him!
Damn it!
This felt awful, utterly awful!!!
Without using the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, his fragile Blue Silver Grass was practically useless against those heavy, burly brutes from the Elephant Armored Academy Team. If he took the field, he would be almost completely useless.
As for spreading a foul stench?
That move could only disgust the opponents, and its actual usefulness was limited. Besides, Tang San knew that the foul-smelling Blue Silver Grass had already shown its stench during the battle against Heaven Dou Royal Academy's second team two days ago. It had surely drawn plenty of attention. He remembered that the audience had even erupted in boos at the time... Hmph, they were merely a bunch of blind fools who had already stepped onto the Path to Death.
In short, Tang San understood that the role his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul could play in matches would only grow smaller and smaller. No one wanted foul odors clinging to their body. His opponents would either avoid the Blue Silver Grass he fired, which was not particularly fast to begin with, or immediately knock him, the "source of the stench," off the field.
Tsk tsk, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass