Tang San Could Only Spit Out Crap

Oscar sat in the corner, and his eyes lit up when he heard the word "poison."

He leaned forward and interjected, "Grandmaster, so in that case, my Second Spirit Skill, Laba Garlic, just happens to be the antidote. Isn't that a coincidence?"

He rubbed his hands together.

"Laba garlic has an amazing detoxifying effect; it'll definitely render their Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison completely useless."

Tang San, sitting at the very edge, slightly pursed his lips upon hearing Oscar's words.

He snorted inwardly.

"Oscar, you're such a show-off."

"Your Second Spirit Skill is the most useless; it's supposed to detoxify?"

"The detoxification effect is absolutely terrible; I never used it in my previous life."

"When Ma Hongjun was accidentally poisoned by the Eight Spider Lances, he used your Second Spirit Skill to detoxify, but it was completely useless. It was also completely useless when he fought Dugu Yan in Soul Fighting."

"What good is your garlic juice against a toxin of that 'Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison' level?"

These heartfelt words, when they reached Oscar's ears, felt like a slap in the face.

The smile on his face froze for a moment, then a fire ignited in his eyes.

He kept his head down, but inwardly he was already cursing.

"Tang San, you son of a bitch! I'm going to fuck you!"

"If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth!"

"What do you mean by 'the most useless'?"

"You're useful, your Soul Skill are the most useful. The combined healing effect of your two Soul Skill isn't even as good as a piece of tofu!"

"Your Blue Silver Healing is barely enough to heal a scratch, and Life Sharing is a joke to you. What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty?"

After he finished his tirade, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Oscar, his tone softening slightly.

"Oscar, your Laba garlic does have a detoxifying effect, but it's probably not enough to completely counteract the venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison."

He paused for a moment, then said, "The relationship between detoxification and poison is like that between water and fire."

"The two restrain each other, but ultimately, it depends on their respective strengths."

"The venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison is ever-changing. If it could be so easily neutralized by your Second Spirit Skill, wouldn't her reputation as a poison-attribute Soul Elder be undeserved?"

Oscar paused for a moment, then nodded. "Grandmaster means... my Second Spirit Skill is useful, but not that useful."

Yu Xiaogang nodded. "It's useful, but we can't rely on it entirely."

"To forge iron, one must be strong oneself; what should be avoided must be avoided, and what should be guarded against must be guarded against."

Oscar silently processed the sentence in his mind, then softly hummed in agreement.

He mentally compared Yu Xiaogang's and Tang San's attitudes; the former spoke clearly, while the latter spoke harshly.

He cursed inwardly.

The Grandmaster knows how to speak.

Tang San, that stinking idiot,

It's true what they say, you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth, all you can say is shit.

Xiao Wu spoke up at this moment, her tone light and cheerful.

"That's easy, just get rid of her, right? With me and Zhu Zhuqing here, it'll be a piece of cake."

She made a throat-slitting gesture with her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "That's not necessarily true. They also have defensive-type Soul Master."

He held up one finger.

"Defense-type Soul Master are few in number, but their role is extremely important."

"Even if Ye Lin or Dai Mubai were to attack, they would have to exert all their strength to deal with it."

"With their protection, Dugu Yan can release the toxins without worry."

"And what you encountered was the Black Tortoise, the number one defensive Beast Martial Soul in the world."

Upon hearing the words "the best defensive class in the world," Ma Hongjun immediately roared.

"With such a tough opponent, how are we supposed to fight? Could things get any worse than this?"

Ye Lin sat down beside him.

"Hey, I know that."

Ma Hongjun turned to look at him. "What?"

Ye Lin said, "So there are two of these hard pieces."

Ma Hongjun howled again, this time even louder than before.

"Then let's just admit defeat!"

He grabbed the intelligence report from the table, flipped through it a couple of times, and suddenly his eyes lit up. "Hey, there's a birdman here. I can probably handle him. I'll turn him into a roasted bird!"

Yu Xiaogang glanced at him. "You're talking about Yu Feng. He has one more Spirit Ring than you, and he can fly and control the power of wind. Can you handle him?"

Ma Hongjun silently placed the intelligence report back on the table, muttering, "Never mind what I said."

Yu Xiaogang continued, "The opponent also has an agility-type Soul Master, Ghost Leopard Osler."

"While not the strongest, he is certainly the most troublesome. He and Yu Feng, one on the ground and one in the air, pose a significant threat to our support units when they work together."

"In the past, we were able to deal with most other Soul Master thanks to Oscar's Flying Mushroom Sausage, but this time, the enemy has flying units, and we've made a mistake."

He paused, then turned the page.

"As for their support-type Soul Master, their Martial Soul is the Nine-Heart Begonia."

"I haven't heard of this Martial Soul before, but to be in the same team as these people, it's definitely not an ordinary person."

Ning Rongrong was sitting in the corner when she heard the words "Nine-Heart Begonia" and looked up.

Her tone was calm, yet carried a rare seriousness.

"The Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul is very special; it is inherited in a unique way."

"There can only be two Nine-Heart Begonia Soul Master on the entire continent. No matter how many Spirit Ring it possesses, it only has one Soul Skill: Group Healing."

"As long as that Soul Master has even a single drop of Soul Power left, the Imperial Fighting Team is immortal."

After hearing this, Oscar turned his head and glanced at Tang San.

His gaze held a hint of amusement, and his tone was neither too loud nor too soft.

"Comparing people is a recipe for disaster, and comparing goods is a recipe for disaster."

"They're all healing-type Soul Skill, so why is there such a big difference between them?"

Tang San, sitting at the very edge, twitched at the corner of his mouth upon hearing those words.

He forced an awkward smile.

"My Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is indeed a bit weak."

He was already cursing in his mind, "Oscar, you son of a bitch, will you die if you don't say anything? Do you have to call me out? What have I ever done to you?"

Ma Hongjun yelled again and slammed the intelligence report on the table.

"How are we supposed to fight this? They're practically immortal. Maybe we should just give up."

There was a moment of silence in the lounge. The group looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Ye Lin sat in the middle of the chair, picked up the intelligence report, flipped through it, then put it down, looked up,

"Admit defeat? What's the point of admitting defeat?"

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the lounge could hear him clearly.

"Just because they're strong doesn't mean we're weak. Don't forget, we've already won twenty-seven straight games."

"So what if we lose? On the surface, they are stronger than us. There are still three of us who are not even Soul Elder. It's normal for us to lose."

He paused, flipped the intelligence report face down on the table, and his tone was a notch deeper than before.

"But what if we win?"