Burning, tearing, blunt-force trauma-several different kinds of wounds viciously clawed at Xiao Wu's nerves.
They left Xiao Wu in excruciating agony, writhing on the ground and wailing without pause.
"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu!"
Tang San rushed to Xiao Wu's side and gathered her into his arms. The sight of her horrific wounds filled him with grief.
Tang San's heart ached unbearably!
Why? Why hadn't I been the second one to fight?
If I'd gone up, my Clear Sky Hammer would have sent Feng Xiaotian flying long ago. How could he still have been allowed to run so wild?
Tang San handed Xiao Wu over to Shrek Academy's food system Soul Saint, asking Shao Xin to treat her.
Tang San completely ignored Zhu Zhuqing, who should have been the third to take the stage.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body radiated an aura that warned everyone to stay away as he walked toward the Promotion Tournament arena, step by step.
"Tang San has already lost his head to anger, and the Windfire Team didn't send Huo Wushuang out first, either. That threw our plan into chaos."
"We'll probably lose this match. Yu Dashi, you decide: should we conserve our strength for the remaining Promotion Tournament matches, or go up there and fight the Windfire Team until both sides are battered?"
As Zhu Zhuqing watched Tang San slowly step into the Promotion Tournament arena, a faint ripple passed through her bright eyes.
No matter how malicious Tang San's character was or how blatant his double standards were, Zhu Zhuqing still discovered his one redeeming quality at that moment.
That was Tang San's love for Xiao Wu.
Even if that love was deeply twisted and deeply ugly, it was still love.
If Dai Mubai had possessed the same devotion as Tang