"His speed and footwork probably aren't far behind Teacher's. His close-combat techniques are sharp, too. This Tang San is no ordinary fighter." Lei Meng rose to his feet despite himself, all trace of his earlier disdain gone from his eyes.
Although the members of the Imperial Fighting Team were injured, that was perfectly normal. Dugu Yan saw nothing wrong with it.
After all, once they stepped into the arena, injuries were inevitable. Tang San's earlier declaration about "avenging" Xiao Wu had been objectionable, but he had the strength to back it up. The Imperial Fighting Team could only swallow the loss.
The outcome was no longer in doubt. In the end, the Shrek Team claimed the fruits of victory.
Yu Tianheng and the others were badly injured, but no lasting damage had been done. A little treatment would restore them to full health.
Tang San, however, had not left the arena. He was extraordinarily worked up, his chest heaving like a tiger fresh from a fierce battle, his tigerlike eyes sweeping his surroundings warily.
"Lingling, give everyone some basic treatment first. Heal them fully once we get back, and let them reflect on their mistakes!" Dugu Yan reminded her.
Ye Lingling was the team's healing-type Soul Master, and she had a duty to help her teammates.
With her strength, she could have healed every member of the Imperial Fighting Team on the spot. But they had lost this match because they underestimated their opponents. Unless Yu Tianheng and the others were taught a lesson, they would never wake up to their mistakes.
Ye Lingling nodded and stepped forward, her Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul appearing in her palm. Milky-white light flowed into Yu Tianheng and the others, swiftly healing their surface wounds and stopping the bleeding.
Tang San noticed this.