"Huh? You mean..."
Ma Hongjun froze for a moment, then immediately remembered the Martial Soul Combination Skill he and Tang San had used against the Spirit Hall Team during the Soul Master Competition.
After glancing at Niu Lei, Fatty immediately understood Tang San's idea. A clash of strength had clearly just occurred, and judging by the current result, it had not been especially effective. In that case, changing tactics and using other methods to deal with this opponent, who looked to have astonishing defense, was perfectly reasonable.
"All right, let's do it."
Tang San nodded. In any case, one of the two people here had long since witnessed his indecent Spirit Bone Skill, while the other had already been judged a dead man by him, so there was nothing to avoid. More importantly, Tang San, who had not used his torso Spirit Bone Skill for a long time, was now already feeling waves of swelling pain from his waist. In other words, the God King Tang needed to release some gas.
Seeing Tang San suddenly turn around and put his back to him, countless question marks seemed to appear over Niu Lei's forehead, and a look of astonishment surfaced on his ugly face.
"What the hell are you doing? Giving up? I'm not letting a stinking brat like you off that easily."
Someone with only Soul Emperor strength could already hurt him, a Soul Master infinitely close to the Soul Douluo level. If he allowed the other party to continue growing, how could that be allowed? He still understood the principle of pulling weeds up by the roots.
So when he saw Tang San turn around, Niu Lei, thinking the other party knew he currently had no way to deal with him and planned to retreat, immediately launched a charge