The spear shaft was covered in barbs, its tip incomparably sharp and laden with deadly poison.
The soul power within him had already been exhausted, and his body was nearly spent. This was his final act of resistance.
Jiang Chen ignored the spear thrusting toward him, his fist slamming into Tang San's chest.
Tang San no longer had the strength to defend himself. He was sent flying backward and crashed down in front of Ning Rongrong and Oscar.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He had suffered internal injuries, though they were not too serious.
He knew Jiang Chen had held back.
"We concede." Tang San closed his eyes and spoke helplessly.
The Tournament Concludes, on the Eve of Parting
Sure enough, Spirit Hall ultimately claimed the championship.
That young man had truly succeeded in taking on seven opponents alone.
The teachers and students from the many academies all wore complicated expressions, their hearts heavy.
Spirit Hall had actually grown this powerful.
If one student could defeat Shrek Academy, did that not mean their own academy teams would likewise be no match for this young man alone?
At that thought, their hearts grew even heavier.
Sure enough, when this young man had said he was invincible among his peers, he had not been arrogant. He truly possessed that ability.
Ma Hongjun, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted excitedly, "Little San, we haven't lost yet. I can still fight."
Oscar tried to persuade him from behind. "Fatty, we've lost. Even Little San's eighty-one strikes of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer couldn't defeat Jiang Chen. If you go up, it'll only take one punch from him."
Oscar saw the situation quite clearly.
Ning Rongrong bit her lip tightly as she looked at Jiang Chen, whose