A Mouth Full of Killing Techniques

"Very good. This brother from the Demon Race is indeed a talent. Everyone, follow this line of thought!" Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly. "Every one of you must come up with a method, because once we enter the Prodigy Battlefield, everyone else will be our enemy.

Since they are enemies, we have to take them down.

So cast aside your dignity. Whatever method kills them fastest, use that method.

If you do not kill them, your benefits will be gone, and there is a good chance they will take your lives instead. So what are you standing around for? Hurry up and think!"

"This..." Big Bear said in a muffled voice. "Our Demon Race bodies are powerful. To deal with them, I am afraid we will need to prepare sharp blades and swords."

Long Qiang was speechless.

You were actually thinking about it?

"Well said!" Hu Dali heavily slapped Big Bear on the shoulder, making Big Bear bare his teeth in pain. Then he said to Zhang Yang, "Big Brother, the Demon Race has another weakness. Their Divine Souls are relatively weak; we can target their Divine Souls!"

Long Qiang was on the verge of collapse. Fine, he might as well think along with them!

"Although the Demon Race's bodies are powerful, their weaknesses are obvious." Long Qiang threw caution to the winds as well. "If they reveal their true forms, certain parts will be exposed. Those places are very fragile!"

The several Demon Race members immediately clenched their legs and turned to look at Long Qiang.

When it came to viciousness, you were still the most vicious one!

"Not bad! Not bad! That is exactly it. Think faster, everyone think together!" Zhang Yang urged loudly.

More than a hundred people actually came up with quite a few methods.

Among the