"He actually fell asleep!"
Tang San was utterly stunned. Su Chen had actually fallen asleep.
"Ahem!"
The Host announced in a clear voice, "Since Divine Dragon Asura has fallen asleep, the outcome of this match has been decided. I declare the final winner to be the Shrek team!"
"Booo!"
The spectators in the stands could not accept this outcome. It was the most ridiculous way to win they had ever seen in their lives.
"The match isn't over yet. Under the rules of a sparring match, as long as neither side has voluntarily conceded or suffered serious injuries, the match can continue," Tang San said.
"But he's asleep now. In his current state, he's completely at your mercy!" the Host reminded him.
"If the fight ends like this, even if I could accept it, I doubt the spectators would!" Tang San continued.
"Uh!" The Host's heart tightened.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The spectators in the stands shouted for the match to continue. They had paid to watch this match. Whether the contestants died was none of their concern. All they cared about was whether the match was exciting enough to give their eyes a feast. Whether the final scene was bloody was not something they cared about.
"All right, the match will continue!" The Host gave Tang San a contemptuous look, but under the pressure, reluctantly announced that the match would go on.
"Go, Brother San. No matter what happens, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will stand firmly behind you!" A cold glint appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes.
Su Chen had dared to violate Ning Rongrong's backside. Only his death could quell her anger.
"Mm." Tang San nodded.
With his intelligence, Tang San naturally knew that Ning Rongrong wanted him to kill Su Chen. After the successive bouts of fighting,