Still, after hearing Zhao Min's words, these people's attitude toward her had at least improved somewhat.
"Hahaha! Those words really hit the spot. All right, both places are yours!"
Ting Shan rubbed his still-aching neck. The dizziness in his head was rapidly fading, and he was already laughing heartily!
A fierce battle had ended in just a few breaths.
"All right. Next comes the contest for the clan's final place!"
Ting Bixiao slowly rose...
On a winding courtyard path leading into secluded surroundings, the tall young man who had taken the pill at the arena earlier was hurrying outside.
His master's furious voice still echoed in his mind.
After taking the pill and regaining consciousness, Wusitu had learned that he had lost his right to compete for probing his opponent and that his place had been handed over outright. He had flown into a towering rage.
The tall young man could not help grumbling inwardly. He had never wanted to repeat some of what he had seen and heard at the arena.
But Wusitu had kept pressing him, leaving him no choice but to recount everything in full. In the end, he had been subjected to a torrent of abuse.
You carelessly got yourself poisoned. How can you blame anyone else?
Now Wusitu needed to meditate and assimilate the pill, so he could not go out. He had ordered the young man to notify him immediately whenever there was news from the arena.
Although Ting Shan belonged to the same lineage as the Clan Leader, he was extremely combative. Once he started fighting, he was unlikely to hold back and throw the match.
The other side had only secured one place so far. If Ting Shan won, Wusitu would naturally find another way to obstruct them from obtaining the final