Watching Su Ge rapidly close in, Yu Tianheng finally realized he had fallen into a trap.
As the team's only frontline fighter, if he was eliminated too, their tactics would be completely broken!
But it was already too late to retreat. With a flash, Su Ge closed the distance between them.
The force of his fist tore through the air and crashed heavily against Yu Tianheng's dragonized arm, ignoring the lightning power covering it and suppressing him with the purest strength!
Bang!
As Yu Tianheng was sent flying backward, Su Ge turned and swept an arm. The poisonous mist Dugu Yan had laid out was ripped apart by the gust of force from his swing!
"You've lost, but you have indeed improved."
His tone was calm. At this distance, Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong had no time to resist at all.
Even though he had held back while acting as their opponent, he was still absolutely comparable to an ordinary Soul Emperor. Being able to fight to this extent was already not bad.
Su Ge held out his hand and caught Xiao Wu as she fell from the sky.
Like a swallow returning to its nest, she landed in his arms.
"Alright, we'll stop here for today. Go back and get some rest. Prepare for tomorrow's friendly match."
"I don't need you to win, but I want to see your growth. Understood?"
He set Xiao Wu down and spoke to the members of the Imperial Dou Team as they approached him.
"Got it!"
Yu Feng was the first to respond. His performance this time had not exactly been good—he had been casually eliminated by the captain... no, kicked out by him.
If this mistake caused him to perform poorly in the friendly match and he really got extra training because