Even with Flender speaking to him like this now,
he did not dare say another word.
Otherwise, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting it?
Yu Xiaogang stood up and rushed alone toward the restroom at the Soto Great Spirit Arena.
There was no need to think about it—Tang San had to be in the restroom right now.
Even if Yu Xiaogang went over, all he could do was offer a few words of comfort.
Did they expect him to help clean it up?
Others found it disgusting, so did Yu Xiaogang not find it disgusting too?
"Dear audience, we sincerely apologize. The previous spirit duel caused some damage to the arena."
"Therefore, we will need a quarter of an hour to clean up and repair the arena. Please remain patient."
Just then, the host's voice rang out again.
"The next spirit duel will proceed as normal in a quarter of an hour."
After saying that, the host glanced sideways at the utter mess in the arena.
His stomach immediately churned.
Every sub-arena in the Soto Great Spirit Arena had a dedicated cleaning crew.
After each day's spirit duels ended, they would do a basic cleanup of bloodstains and grime in the arenas.
But they normally would not spend a whole quarter of an hour cleaning an arena like they were today.
The cleaning crew on duty today was truly cursed with eight lifetimes of bad luck.
Every one of them entered the arena fully equipped.
Their gear was practically on par with biohazard suits.
Otherwise, without some protective measures,
who the fuck would dare go in there to clean up?
Gu Xuan and the others, who were waiting not far from the sidelines, also sat down in boredom.
According to the original schedule,
Tang San was supposed to be the