Su Wuwei did not dodge and took the slap head-on.
The healing power arrived before the pain did.
Ye Buyu almost saw a green plus sign appear over Su Wuwei's head. Furious, she gave him several more slaps.
Slaps dipped in iodine-disinfecting as she hit.
Meanwhile, Wan Lan and the others held out their arms one by one for Ye Buyu to smack a few times, then watched the big screen in delight, fully restored.
Ye Buyu was like a bathhouse attendant with an exfoliating mitt, scrubbing them down and muttering all the while, her hands never stopping.
The points displayed on the big screen dropped by three at the same time. Wan Lan sighed helplessly.
"Great. Now our points have dropped a tier, and we can't win the individual championship."
"Not necessarily." Mu Bingge watched the big screen, finding it a little ridiculous.
Every Contestant in the top ten had dropped a tier in points. They had all received the same deduction.
"Looks like the other four couldn't settle their matches either."
Lou Guanshan looked toward the arena, where four somewhat bedraggled Contestants were glaring and cursing.
A broad, burly man shouted, "Are you freaking nuts? You knew you couldn't beat me, so why did you stall? I could've won the championship!"
Another, thinner man was just as furious. "Bullshit! You, the champion? Cut the crap!"
The two women who had come down from the neighboring arena grabbed one each and pulled the men apart.
The short-haired woman held the thinner man back, looking thoroughly impatient. "Stop arguing. It's time to get ready for the team event."
The woman with her hair in a bun tried to reason with them. "Nobody wants to lose. Three minutes is still too short to settle a match. Look over there-even the Hold