Veins bulged on Yu Tianheng's forehead as he glared furiously at Tang San's darkened face.
He had imagined countless possible outcomes for this match, but now he was trapped in sour, rotten poison juice, surrounded by humiliating Blue Silver Grass. His dignity had been utterly crushed.
"Tang San, you made me lose!"
"You piece of trash!"
"You cheating trash who can't accept defeat!"
He had never imagined Tang San would dare cheat before the Spirit Hall Pope, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Gu Douluo Gu Rong, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, and the remaining four Spirit Hall Douluo!
Did Tang San really think they were blind?!
Humiliated in public, Tang San naturally could not swallow this insult.
"Yu Tianheng, who do you think you are?!"
"You were nearly torn to death twice—twice! Both times, you were like a dead dog!"
"You can't even block my Hidden Weapons. What right do you have to talk?!"
Yu Tianheng cursed angrily.
"And you have the nerve to brag about stolen Tang Sect techniques?!"
Tang San immediately panted like a bull. His eyes turned crimson, and his chest heaved violently. What he least wanted to face, what was hardest for him to speak of, was secretly learning the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapons. He could come up with countless excuses to convince himself.
But now that he had exposed it himself, outsiders would truly think he had stolen cultivation techniques and been pursued and judged by the Tang Sect's Grand Elder.
Having his sore spot struck, Tang San flew into a rage out of humiliation.
"Even so, I'm better than trash like you!"
"Mubai is seventeen and level forty-two. You're twenty-one and only level forty-five. What do you think you are? Trash who relied on age to get stronger!"