Chen Ping's judgment was flawless.
The instant he thrust his staff down, the insufferably arrogant Hell White Tiger before him fell apart.
Zhu Lu was in passable shape. Although she had five layers of poison marks on her, she was still trying hard to get up from the ground.
Dai Huabin was another story. His face was as green as a fucking Sanxingdui mask, and his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.
Clutching his privates with both hands, he huffed and panted for ages without managing to squeeze out a single complete sentence.
Only then did the referee hurriedly wave Chen Ping farther away before looking at Dai Huabin with concern.
"Can you still fight? You wouldn't surrender even when you were in that state earlier, so I won't make the decision for you. As long as you haven't left the Soul Fighting Arena, it isn't over. I fully respect your wishes."
At these words, the corners of many teachers' mouths twitched on the Viewing Platform. Clearly, they wanted to laugh but couldn't, and holding it in was painful.
The referee in the Soul Fighting Arena clearly said this because he remembered how Dai Huabin had remained stubborn to the bitter end even after Chen Ping had shown mercy and let him off.
He had insisted on bringing out the Hell White Tiger for another fight, keeping the referee from getting off work.
That was why he had deliberately offered such an understanding remark.
"I... I surrender."
This time, Dai Huabin stopped talking tough altogether. If his mouth stayed hard any longer, little Huabin might never get hard again.
Of two evils, choose the lesser. Dai Huabin still understood that much.
"Teacher Li, come take a look! Honestly, child, why push yourself so hard? You're practically foaming at