"Beep-beep! Beep-beep!" The referee had already been dragged outside the defensive wall by the staff to avoid being accidentally injured.
The referee blew his whistle and waved the small flag repeatedly. "Stop the attack! Huaxia One, victory!"
"Hm?" Jiang Xiao raised his brows slightly and turned to look, only to see the Republic of Egypt's coaching staff standing behind the referee. Clearly, they had finished negotiating.
Jiang Xiao was slightly stunned. The Republic of Egypt really had something. They had actually conceded immediately.
That decisive?
Everyone believed they had long since thoroughly studied the Poisonous Milk King. Looking at the scene now, they all knew that Budao had no chance of winning. He might not even survive. If this continued, his life would inevitably be in danger.
Under the circumstances of this special world, perhaps the Republic of Egypt cherished Budao's life greatly. The coaching staff had unanimously chosen to concede.
The sky remained gloomy, but the torrential rain gradually weakened. Jiang Xiao pressed a Bell Chime against his chest and landed steadily.
"Thud!"
With a muffled sound, mud and sand flew everywhere as Budao plunged headfirst into the ground, which had blended Wounding Tear with Yellow Sand.
The light of Blessing had already faded, but Budao, who had broken free from Blessing's side effects, could not escape the side effects of being drenched by the torrential Wounding Tear.
Clearly, Budao had lost control. He displayed the most common reaction after being drenched by Wounding Tear—not rising up in resistance, but trembling violently and bursting into tears.
His body curled up on the ground, trembling incessantly. His eyes were filled with despair and pain, and a team of medical personnel hurried over to heal his body and soothe his mind.
*This bowl of Yellow River water probably has a higher