Reunion with an Old Friend: Hunter and Hunted (Part 2)

Su Chen sized him up for two seconds.

The wound on his left shoulder was not fatal, but he had lost a fair amount of blood. His center of gravity shifted right when he ran, and his left arm barely swung anymore. His eye sockets were slightly sunken, his lips were peeling—this was what someone who had run for three days and nights, with both stamina and Soul Power nearly drained, looked like.

Xiao Wu on his back had her eyes tightly shut, her face unnaturally pale.

"Alone?" Su Chen asked.

Tang San did not answer that question.

He knew better than anyone what was chasing him. Three days and nights, two level-ninety-five fighters, twenty Soul Sages, and three members of the Golden Generation. It would have been a miracle if he could escape them. The only reason he had not died yet was the Star Dou Great Forest's complicated terrain, along with the few chances to break free that he had bought by throwing away every single one of his hidden weapon consumables.

"They want Xiao Wu," Tang San said.

"I know."

Tang San's lips moved slightly.

He was weighing his options.

Su Chen had left too deep an impression on him during the Elite Tournament—he was someone who crushed others with sheer strength, with no unnecessary words and no unnecessary kindness.

The Abyss Seven Generals and the Shrek Seven Monsters were not friends.

Su Chen did not give him time to keep weighing it.

"Spirit Hall's encirclement has trapped me too. The northwestern exit will hold for ten minutes at most." His speech was unhurried, every word crisp. "I chose this place to make a defensive stand. You can either come in or keep running."

He paused.

"But you won't get far."

Tang San stood there for three