The intense numbness rapidly spread through his meridians.
Tang San had just wanted to use the Mysterious Heaven Skill to suppress the poison in his body when excruciating pain and dizziness washed over him like a tide.
He let out a miserable scream and crashed to the ground.
"We surrender!"
"We surrender!!"
The moment Flender saw Tang San fall, he immediately conceded.
If this continued, the others might be severely injured as well.
"Shrek Team surrenders. Imperial Dou Team wins."
"Oh!!!"
"Imperial Dou Team!!!"
"Xiao Ze!!!"
Ning Rongrong leaped straight onto Xiao Ze's back. He staggered and nearly fell over.
"Damn it, Rongrong, slow down."
"Xiao Ze, you're amazing! You know, Tang San's Hidden Weapons could even injure Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, yet you defeated him just like that." Ning Rongrong wrapped both arms around Xiao Ze's neck.
Little Bun pressed against Xiao Ze's back, and she was quite soft.
After the match ended, Xiao Ze and the others headed toward the hotel.
"Dean Flender, Vice Dean Zhao Wuji." When Qin Ming saw the two men before him, an incredulous expression appeared on his face as he stepped forward.
"Qin Ming." Flender's face was filled with worry.
"Dean, I thought someone was using Shrek's name, but I never expected it to truly be Shrek Academy's team."
Qin Ming looked at Tang San on Zhao Wuji's back. "Is Junior all right?"
"The situation isn't good. He's poisoned. Another one is severely injured too."
Qin Ming turned around. "Ye Lingling, come treat them."
Just as Ye Lingling was about to step forward, Xiao Ze pulled her back.
Qin Ming frowned. "Xiao Ze, what do you mean?"
"Teacher Qin Ming, I should be asking you that. I don't believe you didn't see it—Tang San's Hidden Weapons were aimed to kill me.
"You