Tang San forced himself to ask, "What condition?"
His voice was very cold, like the bitter wind of the Far North.
"Very simple. Since it's halftime, how could there not be a little performance? Isn't your daughter, Tang Wutong, the Butterfly God?
"I imagine she can sing and dance. Let her go onstage and perform. The length of her performance will be the time you have to discuss. How about it?"
Hearing Xiao Chenlong's words, Tang San's teeth ground audibly. Xiao Chenlong was humiliating him right to his face.
"Impossible!"
Xiao Chenlong shook his head, looking regretful.
"If you don't agree, then forget it. Send your next person into the arena. Tang San, you should know what victory or defeat in this arena match means for your family."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Heh. Haven't I been doing that all along? Or did you think I was playing house with you?"
The other God Kings of the Great God Circle all looked at Tang San as well.
Though they said nothing, their gazes seemed to say, "We're fighting to the death for your family, one after another. You won't even let your daughter go onstage and perform to give us a moment to catch our breath. Why should we keep fighting?"
At this moment, Tang Wutong finally showed some sense of responsibility and said to Tang San, "Dad, isn't it just going onstage to perform? If it can help you, this is nothing at all."
Xiao Wu reached out and stroked Tang Wutong's cheek, tears welling in her eyes despite herself.
"Xiao Qi, you've been wronged."
"Mom, it's fine. Don't cry. This little bit of grievance is nothing."
"Xiao Qi, don't worry. For the humiliation you suffer today, I'll make them pay it back a thousandfold, ten thousandfold."
Tang San gave