Tang San’s Twin Sister

"Ning Rong Rong, you are our main support. Jiang and Xiao Wu, take care of Assault; you stay quick on your feet Ning Feng. Xiao Wu and Jiang. I want you to attack with as much force as possible whenever the opportunity passes. Zhu Zhuquing, I will leave one flank to you, relying on your speed to keep him pinned down. Sis and I will take care of defense and make this our game."
"Got it," they said in agreement, and Jiang grinned at Ning Feng.

"Counting on you to get me some pretty strikes on."

She nodded in response.
With how much time they had, everything complicated was doomed to failure.

"Oh, Zhu Zhuqing, my web is flexible but easy to cut through, so don't worry." Tang Yin said, earning a cold nod of agreement from the icy woman. She had understood.

"We are ready." Tang San stated.

"Good." Zhao Wuji remained where he was when Ning Rong Rong conjured her spirit. "Seven Treasures: first word, Strength!" She thundered, giving off a pure, noble aura. Warm energy spread through their bodies, and Tang Yin felt giddy at the rush of power cursing through her body. With a grin, she conjured up her second spirit ring.

"Weave." She whispered, and suddenly, from everywhere, numerous tendrils of blue silver grass shot, weaving a net among themselves that seemed very irregular but resembled a carefully woven spider net. The grass was thin as a hair, so they wouldn't bother anyone particularly. Xiao Wu hopped on the first and ran on top of it, using her sense of balance to rush forward from a side angle to attack, while Jiang Plain simple run along the ground, barrelling straight through the Web, ripping it apart as he shot from the front in a simple but brute attack. Tang Yin kept a steady possibility for Xiao Wu to run on, and seeing her do it, Zhuquing also grasped the drill quickly.
The Web lets them attack and move freely at any possible angle.

Ning Rong Rong stayed back instead and was more than surprised when Ning Feng dashed to the left and wordlessly took out her seven treasured Pagoda.

A Bind formed around Zhao Wuji, tying his legs up, and he merely grinned when Xiao Wu was the first to attack. Using her first spirit ability to launch a mighty kick, quickly shaking it off, then turning to Jiang as if to say. How simple. But then Jiang vanished in front of him and reappeared on his back without a notice launching his strike in one fluent movement. Zhao Wuji surprised and blocked well, ripping through the binds Tang San made with frightening ease. He was completely unaffected by the attack, but it carried much power from Ning Rong Rong, who fully supported Jiang.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San shouted, and Xiao Wu, ultimately used to their coordination for years now, didn't even need to think as she stepped with both feet into Tang Sans's hands, and he launched her forward to attack. Zhao Wuji smiled as she thundered at him, dishing out her first proper pounding as she had merely tested the waters before.
"Ning Feng!" Tang Yin shouted and was suddenly up in the air alongside Jiang. The two looked at each other, and taking her hand, he threw Tang Yin higher for her to have a better advantage. While Zhu Zhuquing and Xiao Wu used the thinly woven net to catapult themselves around and restlessly attack Zhao Wuji from all sides.

He took their attacks without effort. Tang Yin weaving new threats of grass whenever one was broken almost automatically surveyed the battlefield giving Ning Feng, who was running along, a danger on the left and Tang San doing the same on the other side, a nod.
Together.

Jiang catapulted himself downwards, attacking from above. Tang Yin circled as much spiritual power as she could muster. A single split second would be enough.

As soon as they were all only millimeters away, Ning Feng used remote Teleport for them to switch positions. Zhao Wuji, who had guarded the most against Jiang coming from above, suddenly felt the most powerful punch coming from the back; Tang San switched with Zhu Zhuqing, and she, in turn, with Xiao Wu.

"Lock." Tang Yin shouted, and the barrier around Zhao Wuji flickered for a split second before it was reinstated. He took two hits and dis surprised half a step forward, looking up at Tang Yin. She shot him a quick smile, and he let his energy erupt to throw them all backward. Before it reached her, she was instead back on a nearby rooftop. All the previous threats broken on the ground, she shrugged her shoulders.
"Now that's what I call a tricky combination. I keep noticing two controllers in one place, and you obviously fought together before from how you act. "Zhao Wuji said boastfully. "But this all seems to be coming with little strength. Speed will only get you so far. Although little dragon boy, you aren't bad."

Jiang hissed at Zhao Wuji, the slit dragon eyes, and scale covering parts of his body gleaming ominously in the sunlight. His entire transformation gave off a dreamy feeling as if one was in a graveyard carrying the smell of ash with it.

Suddenly Zhao Wuji rushed forward at Ning Rong Rong. Tang San used his bind to catapult her out of the way, seeing that Zhao Wuji didn't even bother pursuing instead aiming for Ning Feng, their other supporter. Neither Tang Sibling intervened this time. A short moment of wonder ran through Zhao Wuji, as it was usually common sense to protect supporters.

Both of them, though, knew. Ning Feng didn't need anyone to get her out of a hairy situation; she could do so herself. As soon as Zhao Wuji was close, a small, shy smile hushed over Ning Feng's face.

They all made the same mistake.