At that moment, whenever Tang San thought about how he had worked himself to death as a basketball, only to be used as a ball by others...
In the end, he had not even been qualified to enter the God Realm Fragment, while all the other contestants had gotten in.
Such an enormous contrast filled Tang San with fury.
"Enough. With how half-dead you looked just now, the fact that Di yihong didn't bury you on the spot was already merciful," Dai Mubai said coldly.
"If it weren't for you, I might not have lost that match."
The more Dai Mubai thought about it, the angrier he became. If Tang San had not delayed him again and again, he might very well have won.
He had been worrying over where to vent his anger.
"So what? Are you saying you want to fight me?" Tang San snapped, his gaze turning fierce.
Di yihong had already beaten him senseless, leaving resentment piled up in his heart. Now Dai Mubai was standing here and making sarcastic remarks.
Tang San continued.
"Do you dare fight me? Once we're done, let's see if you still dare act so arrogant." Tang San assumed a fighting stance, Blue Silver Grass appearing in his hand.
He clearly intended to have a fight with Dai Mubai.
Tang San dared to be so arrogant now partly because Di yihong had used Healing Divine Light on him earlier.
At this moment, Tang San had fully recovered to his peak condition and did not fear Dai Mubai in the slightest.
Seeing Tang San's punchable face, Dai Mubai snorted coldly.
"Fine. Let's fight."
"But..." Dai Mubai gave a sinister smile and glanced at the teammates who had competed alongside him just now before continuing.
"Brothers, Tang San made us lose the match.