After a savage beating, everyone from Shrek except Zhang Qing, all of them poisoned, was thrown off the competition stage.
Yu Xiaogang stared at Tang San, Chang Gong Miao, and the others sprawled unconscious beneath the stage. His head buzzed, his eyes were vacant, and his mind went blank.
Chang Gong Miao and Tang San, the disciples he never stopped praising, had lost again. Worse, they had lost inexplicably, without the slightest chance to fight back.
Had the tactics he devised been wrong? Why had they been broken time and again?
Weren't they supposed to eliminate his nephew Yu Tianheng first, then use Realgar Wine to neutralize Dugu Yan's snake venom, before catching the Imperial Fighting Team off guard and winning in one stroke?
How had they lost so badly?
Was he, Yu Xiaogang, truly destined to be useless?
No. I'm not useless. This isn't my fault. It's all Tang San's fault. He charged ahead, underestimated the enemy, and arrogantly dismissed Dugu Yan's snake venom. If my prized eldest disciple Chang Gong Miao had been in command, he never would have made such a fatal mistake.
That thought made Yu Xiaogang feel much better. He looked at Chang Gong Miao again, his eyes full of distress, then snapped at Flender in humiliated anger, "This is what you meant when you said it wouldn't be as dangerous as facing the Tang-Elimination Squad?"
"I..." Flender had no defense.
Yu Xiaogang gave a cold snort and hurried forward to help his prized eldest disciple, Chang Gong Miao, up. He shouted toward the stage, "Imperial Fighting Team! You've already won. Hurry up and cure my students!"
Dugu Yan glanced at Yu Xiaogang and ignored him. Instead, she turned to the referee, Doudou. "Referee, you can announce the result."
"Oh! Right!" Doudou snapped out of