Little Tang was Burned

As Neuvillette's voice fell, Tang San took the lead in launching his first soul skill: Blue Silver Entagalment.

'If you strike first, you will be stronger; if you strike later, you will suffer disaster!'

This distance might be a bit far for other people, but to Tang San, it was nothing.

Ma Hongjun had already been prepared. He already understood what kind of person Tang San was, and he had been on guard for a long time.

"The first soul skill: Phoenix Fire Wire!"

As the first yellow soul ring flashed, a large amount of black-red flames spurted out of Ma Hongjun's mouth. When the blue-silver grass touched it, it immediately ignited and died.

"It's a bit challenging. The martial spirit of this fatman is restricting my movements, but it doesn't hold any advantage over me."

Thinking of this, Tang San immediately changed his tactics.

So what about the Soul Grand master of the power attack system? What about restraining him?

Even if he doesn't use his martial spirit, Tang San is still the strongest at the same level.

"Purple Demonic Eyes, ghostly shadows!"

"Hmph, I want to see how you hide!"

Ma Hongjun directly increased his soul power output and set half of the arena on fire. No matter how Tang San tried to hide, the evil fire would stick to him after all!

He just wanted to make it impossible for Tang San to avoid it and hide.

Neuvillette frowned on the side. Although these flames were not dangerous to him, he just didn't like such an environment and flames.

Tang San frowned. He originally wanted to fight Ma Hongjun in close combat, but he didn't expect that Ma Hongjun would actually do this, directly spreading the evil fire all over the centre line. This was simply what a villain do.

"Damn it, once these flames stick to me, they are extremely difficult to extinguish, and their adhesion is also very strong."

Tang San gritted his teeth, thought for a moment, and decided to step over this wall of fire.

People saw Tang San jump lightly and instantly soar to a height of ten metres.

If the ground was blocked, wasn't there still a sky?

As long as he crossed this wall of fire, Ma Hongjun would definitely be defeated.

He pointed his feet in the air, as if he were using the resistance of the air to keep his body in the air for a while.

Ma Hongjun was not a fool either. He had lived in Shrek Academy since he was a child and occasionally came to the Soul Fighting Arena to fight. His fighting experience was also not bad.

Seeing Tang San jump up and prepare to cross the wall of fire, Ma Hongjun's cerebellum almost shrank.

Tang San jumped up in mid-air without any leverage at all. Wasn't he a living target?

"The first soul skill is Phoenix Fire Wall!!!"

Without any hesitation, Ma Hongjun directly used his first soul skill on Tang San in mid-air, and he also secretly increased his soul power output.

He couldn't miss this opportunity; it would never come back again.

When Tang San saw this, his pupils shrank, and he was stunned. He was in mid-air, and he couldn't fly. He had no leverage, so he could only let his body fall towards the ground.

However, Ma Hongjun actually attacked him without any moral ethics at this time.

What was the difference between Tang San at this moment and an unarmed man?

Without any time to think, Tang San used Blue Silver Entalglment again, but this time the target was not Ma Hongjun but himself. He wanted to wrap himself up so that he could at least block some of the damage.

There was nothing wrong with Tang San's thinking, but he underestimated Ma Hongjun's flames.

In just an instant, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was completely burned by the flames.

Although the Blue Silver Grass was burned, Tang San's crisis was relieved to some extent. He was only two metres away from falling to the ground.

He didn't know if Ma Hongjun deliberately controlled it or what, but a wisp of flame fell in the middle of Tang San's legs without any bias.

After Tang San landed, he breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then a trace of disdain appeared on his face.

"Hmph, so what if you don't have martial ethics? Faced with absolute strength and brains, you have no chance."

Tang San thought to himself.

But he didn't notice the weirdness on Neuvillette and Ma Hongjun's faces.

"Tang San, don't you feel something is wrong?"

Ma Hongjun did not attack again, but stood there in a daze and asked tentatively.

Neuvillette wore an equally peculiar expression. Tang San, now reduced to a mere human body, had yet to undergo the baptism of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and the Immortal Herbs. Consequently, he lacked immunity to the ice and fire attributes.

If this flame continued to burn like this, Tang San would probably be useless from manly area before he became a god, right?

When Ma Hongjun opened his mouth to speak, Tang San was originally not prepared to answer because he wanted to be on guard against Neuvillette, but when he saw that Neuvillette's expression was also very strange, Tang San became confused.

'What was the situation? Something was wrong? What was wrong?'

Why, with Tang San being so handsome, would he shy away from a potential defeat?

"Referee, player Ma Hongjun interfered with me."

Tang San said this in Ma Hongjun's surprised eyes.

Ma Hongjun: "???".

'I reminded you well, but you said it was disturbing you?'

Neuvillette was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Contestant Tang San, Contestant Ma Hongjun was really reminding you."

"It's just a battle of Martial Souls, not a life-and-death showdown. It should be over. Player Ma Hongjun did not violate the rules."

"Did you really not notice anything wrong?"

After hearing this, Tang San became even more confused. Suddenly, a burning smell appeared, extremely strong, and it also had a faint smell of barbecue.

"????"

"Hiss~"

Tang San couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He lowered his head and looked at the source of the smell.

Tears instantly welled up in his eyes. When did a flame appear here?

Tang San didn't have time to think too much; he kept beating the flames with both hands, but he forgot that Ma Hongjun's flames had extremely strong adhesion, and it was difficult to extinguish them with ordinary water.

This evil fire would only be extinguished unless he took back the flame himself or when his soul power was exhausted.

After slapping it hard many times, the evil fire showed no sign of being extinguished.

This heightened Tang San's anxiety further. The sweat on his forehead mingled with the tears streaming from his eyes, and he subsequently collapsed.

"Help me!!!"

"Contestant Tang San, do you want to admit defeat?"

Neuvillette nearly burst into laughter. Despite Ma Hongjun's well-intentioned reminder, it went unappreciated, and he even reported the matter. In the end, despite further warnings, Tang San remained unresponsive. What else could be done?

Initially, this malevolent fire was a mere wisp, but its intensity grew steadily, possibly fueled by Ma Hongjun's soul power blessing.

"Admit defeat?"

Tang San almost forgot the pain at this moment.

He couldn't accept it!

But if this flame was not extinguished, he would really burn to charcoal. He hadn't even used this part properly!!

"I surrender!"

Tang San gritted his teeth and finally admitted defeat.

"In this case, player Ma Hongjun wins this game."

After Ma Hongjun was announced as the winner, the audience burst into laughter.