(First update)
Regarding strength and talent, Tang San knew very well that he was nowhere near Yang Ming.
However, when it came to schemes and strategy, Tang San finally managed to regain some confidence in front of Yang Ming.
This was the sense of superiority brought by high intelligence!
Tang San puffed out his chest slightly, purple-gold light flashing in his eyes as the corners of his mouth curved upward into a smile, and he said:
"I believe the Holy Dragon Sect won't hold out for much longer. After all, every single hour, Yang Ming, you summon ten thousand undead to harass them. No one can endure that. Even if they had doubts at first, after three days of day-and-night harassment, their patience must be nearly exhausted. Their next step will surely be to dispatch elite members of the sect to investigate the root source of the undead."
Naturally, Yang Ming saw through Tang San's small schemes, but he chose not to point them out.
He had to admit that Tang San was both a strategic master and a tactical strategist, considering human nature and hearts in meticulous detail, even factoring in the subsequent reactions of the Holy Dragon Sect.
Yet, could they really complete the mission as they hoped?
After all, taking the head of Tuo Ba Xi, the master of the Holy Dragon Sect, was not going to be so easy!
No matter what, that man was still a powerhouse who had endured countless hardships to ascend to the rank of Titled Douluo.
Yang Ming's gaze flickered. He had come this time just in case, but looking at the current situation, it seemed Tang San was still holding onto some trump cards he knew nothing about?
Could it be newly crafted hidden weapons?
Yang Ming was exceptionally keen