Yu Xiaogang checked Tang San over, then glared furiously at Zhao Zilong. "Even if the two of you have some conflict, there was no need to be this ruthless! Referee, I already called for the match to stop, yet Zhao Zilong continued attacking Tang San. I believe Zhao Zilong should be declared the loser of this match."
At that moment, the members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team also came over. Meng Yiran, who had long been displeased with Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, immediately stepped forward. "This is a match. Injuries are unavoidable."
Since Zhao Zilong had already fallen out with Tang San, he had even less reason to indulge Yu Xiaogang. He said coldly, "Yu Xiaogang, when I call you trash, you really are trash through and through. Isn't Tang San lying here because of you?"
Zhao Zilong looked at Yu Xiaogang with utter disdain and unleashed a barrage of insults. "If you hadn't egged Tang San on to challenge me one-on-one, he wouldn't be lying here now. You're obviously trash yourself, yet you always love lecturing geniuses."
"Only an idiot like Tang San would take a fraud like you as his teacher. Just because you got a genius disciple, you really think you're some Master now? Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the rest—what the hell do their achievements have to do with trash like you? They were geniuses to begin with. You're a piece of trash without even a shred of Soul Power. Any theory you can teach could be taught by any random teacher."
"You're obviously trash, yet you're arrogant as hell. If you weren't Tang San's teacher, do you think Dai Mubai and the others would give a damn about you? You don't have even a trace of Soul Power. What do you