Ye Wuqing fell from the arena and lay motionless.
Yu Mengdi was still being pummeled by the clones. Bruises covered her body, and sweat drenched her.
Her angel wings were damaged, and Prison Breaker was suppressing her recovery. She took the beating without a word. Su Ling had to admire her toughness.
"Your teammate's already out of the arena. Zhengtian Academy has no chance left. Surrender."
Su Ling withdrew all his Soul Skills. Huo Yuhao came over, and the two stood with their arms folded, grinning at her.
"You! You're bullying me! Waaah! How can a Soul Skill like that even exist? It's not fair!" At the sight of their smug faces, Yu Mengdi's eyes finally reddened.
Part of it was frustration. Most of it was pain.
The audience sighed at the sight.
No one laughed at her. They sympathized. Few people could have held out as stubbornly as she had.
"Little girl, there's no such thing as fair in a fight. If you're weak, train harder." Su Ling grinned mischievously.
"You...!" Yu Mengdi's face flushed with anger. After stammering for ages, she finally managed, "I'm older than you! Don't call me little girl!"
"If Brother Su Ling says you're a little girl, then you are. Being weak is a crime. On a battlefield, you'd already be dead!" Huo Yuhao chimed in.
Yu Mengdi's chest tightened with anger. Knowing she couldn't outtalk the two infuriating men, she shut her eyes and refused to look at them.
"Zhengtian Academy... surrenders!"
With that, she jogged off without looking back, leaving even Ye Wuqing, who lay peacefully asleep on the ground, behind.
The crowd erupted in cheers once more.
"Shrek! Shrek!"
"Su Ling is incredible! The Dark Pavilion is incredible!"
"Daddy Su Ling is so bad! I love it!"
Su Ling waved back