Buzz! Buzz!
Fang Shu gathered all the gu insects he carried into his pouch. After secretly regulating his breath for a while, he looked around and called out loudly to his fellow direct disciple, Han Zihe, "Senior Brother Han, has today's Dharma battle concluded?"
Han Zihe silently watched the arena, abruptly realizing that quite a few gazes around them had fallen upon him, weighing heavily on him.
But at once, he came to his senses. Fang Shu had merely been promoted to a direct disciple. Even after entering the sect, he still had to call Han Zihe senior brother. Even if Han Zihe had been somewhat distant toward him before, did this fellow really dare be discourteous to him?
With a smile on his face, Han Zihe stepped forward, landed before Fang Shu, and nodded.
"Since Junior Brother Chang Feng has already fallen unconscious and exhausted his vital blood, the Dharma battle should, by rights, be over.
"However, Junior Brother Chang Feng is excessively tenacious and has yet to concede defeat... Fellow Daoists of the Chang Family, do you admit defeat?"
He looked toward the Chang Family members beside the banners, gongs, and drums.
For this major Dao contest today, the Chang Family had sent quite a few people. Chang Feng's birth parents were naturally among them. Yet for the past hour, Chang Feng had been gnawed alive by the swarm of insects for an entire hour.
His mother and the others had cried until they were numb. Seeing Chang Feng lying motionless from so far away, they had thought for a time that he was already dead and had not dared make a sound.
Now that they heard Han Zihe speak, the Chang Family members came back to themselves and instantly erupted into clamor.
"We concede! We concede!" "Ah!