Uh!
Tang San stared at Su Chen, dumbfounded.
This wasn't showing off!
But invisible swagger was even deadlier!
Tang San felt as though his soul had taken ten thousand points of critical damage!
Lying in the crater, Tang San tried to climb out. Agony wracked his entire body, and in the end, he could endure no more and passed out.
"Brother!"
"Little San!"
"Third Brother!"
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Dai Mubai, who had recovered some of his strength, came to the edge of the crater. They froze for a moment as they looked at Tang San lying below.
A lump had risen on top of Tang San's head. How closely it resembled the one Zhao Wuji had sported three months ago!
Ning Rongrong couldn't help pondering this. Could Zhao Wuji have gone to teach Su Chen a lesson three months ago, only to get taught a lesson himself?
Looking at the lump on Tang San's head, Ning Rongrong simply couldn't help thinking along those lines. But Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint above level seventy, while Su Chen was only a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster. With such an enormous gap between their soul power and soul rings, how could Su Chen possibly have defeated Zhao Wuji?
"Su Chen, Tang San already conceded, and you already won the match. Why did you still attack him so viciously?" Ning Rongrong demanded of Tang San.
"Huh? What are you saying?" Su Chen swayed, his face flushed and his whole body reeking of alcohol. He simply sat down on the ground.
"I said, we already lost. The host already announced the result. Why did you still attack Tang San?" Ning Rongrong raised her voice and demanded again.
"Huh? Speak up. You're old enough-can't you speak louder? None of us are children anymore,"