Ye Yu said he wanted to take on Zhao Wuji alone, and that Zhao Wuji could use his first five Soul Skills. Tang San was startled when he heard it, and grew a little worried.
Just four Soul Skills had left him barely able to hold out for the time it took an incense stick to burn, leaving him exhausted and utterly spent, let alone five Soul Skills.
If he faced Zhao Wuji using five Soul Skills, he would be killed very quickly.
However, when he saw Ye Yu make that move, Tang San felt slightly more at ease.
Still, Tang San wanted to stop them. He felt that even if Ye Yu could fight him, he would still be injured.
"Brother Yu, Xiao Wu and I are fine."
Ye Yu said seriously, "Xiao Wu was hurt, and you already gave it everything you had. As the boss, seeing the two of you hurt, I can't just do nothing."
Zhao Wuji was startled, even wondering if he had heard wrong.
"If I can hold out against you for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, does that count as your loss?"
"Yes." Ye Yu nodded seriously.
Zhao Wuji found it a little amusing and asked, "Shouldn't it be that if you can hold out against me for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, you win? You're strong, sure, but if I use five Soul Skills, even a Soul Sect wouldn't be my match. Your own physique is powerful, and as a Support System soul master, you can be equivalent to a Power Attack System, Agility System, and Defense System soul master, letting you challenge above your level at rank forty. But at most, you're comparable to a rank forty-five Battle Soul Sect."
Ning Rongrong worshiped