Tang San spent an entire night ruthlessly cutting down the Mysterious Heaven Skill, stripping out all the essential principles at its core and producing a version of the "Mysterious Heaven Skill" that was useful, but not all that useful.
Looking at the crippled, incomplete cultivation manual in his hands, Tang San curled his lips into a smile. He had finally finished it. Now it was time to reap the merit he deserved.
Early the next morning, Tang San went straight to the Monster Academy's training grounds and told Flender to summon Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and three others Tang San did not know at all.
Looking at the six people yawning incessantly before him, Tang San made no attempt to hide the contempt deep in his eyes.
These were the deadweights he would have to drag along to the elite tournament.
After being forcibly summoned by Tang San, Ma Hongjun rubbed his bleary eyes.
Still terribly sleepy, he looked at Tang San and asked impatiently.
"Tang San, what the hell do you want, calling us here so early in the morning?"
Yu Xiaogang, who had been wheeled over in his wheelchair, also looked at Tang San in complete confusion, unsure what he was up to.
But when Yu Xiaogang turned and spotted Ma Hongjun nearby, the rage in his heart surged up again, impossible to suppress.
Yu Xiaogang clenched his teeth, then turned to glare viciously at Flender, who was pushing his wheelchair.
His eyes looked as though he wanted to hack Flender into pieces right there.
Standing behind the wheelchair, Flender knew he was in the wrong. His aging face stiffened, and he did not dare so much as squeak, let alone say anything more. He could only endure that almost murderous glare.
Zhao Wuji stood off to