Tang San, Did Your Dad Eat Too Much?

Dai Mubai frowned slightly and swallowed the meat in his mouth. "Frenzy Skill? Immunity to pain? Then our win this time..."

"On one hand, it was your strength and coordination. On the other, the Grandmaster's strategy was sound—he planned within the command tent and secured victory from a thousand miles away."

Flender continued, "If the Ruyi Plate Soul Master had activated Frenzy, the outcome would have been hard to say."

"So this weakness in our control-type role needs to be addressed."

"Once something goes wrong and no one is directing the team, the whole group will become a disorganized mess."

Tang San spoke up at that moment.

He set down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, and looked somewhat pleased with himself.

"Actually, I can serve as a control-type Soul Master. I have quite a bit of experience with control."

After saying that, he added in his heart,

"In my previous life, I was a control-type Soul Master."

"Back when we fought the Mad Battle Team in my previous life, I controlled the entire field. The only accident was that idiot Zhu Zhuqing. She actually failed to take out their Ruyi Plate, allowing him to activate Frenzy and putting us in serious danger."

"Fortunately, I was clever enough to have Oscar use the Flying Mushroom Sausage and send everyone into the air."

"But in the end, I was still the one who turned the tide and won the match. My role was just too important. Without me, you people simply can't make it."

As those thoughts entered everyone's ears, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly turned heavy.

Yu Xiaogang set down his teacup. He did not look at Tang San, but his thoughts were crystal clear.

*"You? A control-type Soul Master? You want to make tactical plans too? Are you