The Protagonist's Halo Fails? Tang San's Intelligence-Reducing Wager is Mocked by the Crowd!

"Old Turtle Three!"

Demon Bear Douluo's curse was like the last straw, completely crushing Tang San's taut nerves.

His vision went dark, and a metallic sweetness surged up his throat.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of blood burst from his lips, splattering across the spotless floor in a horrifying sight.

The blood drained entirely from his already purplish-red face. His body swayed, and he fell straight backward.

Tang Xiao reacted quickly and instinctively caught him, keeping him from crashing down in an undignified heap.

Yet as Tang Xiao looked at the "nephew" in his arms, pale as gold paper and barely breathing, he felt not the slightest pity—only endless coldness and detachment.

Inside the restaurant, the Title Douluo watching this scene showed no sympathy whatsoever. Instead, their faces revealed heartfelt disgust.

"He's vomiting blood already? His mental fortitude is way too pathetic."

"Is he faking it? Trying to win sympathy?"

"A man several decades old, still pulling this stunt. Disgusting."

"What's this supposed to be? Couldn't he just swallow the blood? In the end, won't us sisters be the ones mopping the floor...?"

Amid the scornful chatter, that voice that had remained calm and unruffled finally sounded again.

"Ah."

Lin Feng held his forehead and let out a helpless sigh.

"How did we get off topic again?"

He looked at Tang San, who was half-dead over there, then at the indignant Title Douluo around him, feeling like the principal of a kindergarten.

"Weren't we supposed to be making a bet?"

The moment those words fell, the restaurant, which had been noisy just moments ago, fell silent.

Everyone looked at Lin Feng with disbelief in their eyes.

Senior... still wanted to bet with him?

Even after things had come to this?

Old Turtle Three had been stripped bare, his shamelessness thicker than city