Chapter 492: Willing to accept defeat (crossed out) Enduring humiliation and bearing the burden, Tan
Chapter 492: The God King of the Tang Dynasty who is willing to admit defeat (cross out) and endure the humiliation and bear the heavy burden
Feng Xiaotian slowly fell from the sky. At this time, the Soul Fighting Platform was already devastated.
Tang San was lying on the cracked ground, barely holding his hands on the ground and trying to get up, but he still didn't have enough strength. He almost fainted from exhaustion, so he could only close his eyes.
Seeing Tang San in such a weak and embarrassed state, Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but shake his head.
Unexpectedly, Tang San actually forced him to use the sixty-third slash...
You must know that the self-created soul skills he now masters have been deduced to the level of the seventy-second slash. He has even begun to imitate the Nine-Nine Returns and One Hammer technique of Luan Cloak and develop the "Eighty-One Continuous Slashes of the Wind Demon Wolf". Although it is still under development, it is not impossible to use his strength to forcefully perform a few cuts.
In other words, Tang San not only failed to push him to his limit, he even failed to push him to go all out.
Tsk tsk...
He overestimated Tang San.
Thinking about it, Feng Xiaotian suddenly recalled something. Looking at Tang San who was not in a bad condition but had not fainted before him, he smiled and said:
"Tang San, you lost. Well, I'm willing to admit defeat, shouldn't you now..."
"..."
Tang San, who was leaning on his body, changed his face when he heard this, and couldn't help cursing in his mind why he was trying to stay awake. It would have been better to just faint and pretend to be dead, so that even if he couldn't avoid being "collected" by Feng Xiaotian, he wouldn't have to end up like this. The end result of imitating a dog barking in public...
etc!
Suddenly, Tang San's eyes lit up.
It’s not too late to pretend to be dead now!
Thinking about it, he immediately closed his eyes and fell down without hesitation.
Feng Xiaotian: "..."
This pretending to be dead is too obvious!
His eyes flickered, and he caught a glimpse of the referee not far away who was preparing to blow the whistle to announce the winner of the match, as well as the instructor of Lanba Academy who was about to move in the Soul Fighting Stage, and suddenly he had a plan in mind.
"Wait, referee!"
I saw him stretching out his hand in the direction of the referee, as if he was going to make some trouble.
"I think my opponent Tang San has not lost his fighting consciousness. You can't just make an arbitrary judgment like this, he will wake up!"
Hearing this, the referee was speechless.
Those who didn’t know better thought you were the “hero’s nemesis” in some passionate novel…
But thinking about it this way, the referee slowly put down the flag he was about to raise.
at the same time.
Tang San, who was pretending to be dizzy: "..."
Ma mai batch!
Now he really wants to open his eyes again and shout: I give up, okay? !
But, he can't.
What's the difference between that and actively showing that he's awake? Feng Xiaotian would definitely seize the opportunity and ask him to "fulfill the bet" on the spot.
Soulless, damn licking dog...
Cursing secretly, Tang San suddenly missed Yu Xiaoan who was far away in Wuhun City.
With Yu Xiaoan's astuteness, she would definitely admit defeat directly on behalf of Lanba Academy at this time, and then let Flanders take her down in a fair and just way, and she would be able to escape successfully.
It's a pity that Yu Xiaoan is not here. I haven't been rescued yet, which means that the teachers and students in the rest area of Lanba College must not have thought of this... Damn, a bunch of trash!
At this time, Tang San suddenly heard the sound of footsteps gradually getting louder.
It's Feng Xiaotian!
He is getting closer to himself step by step!
What does he want to do? !
Tang San instantly had an unknown premonition in his heart.
"Jiejiejie~"
There was a burst of strange laughter.
Suddenly, Tang San felt himself being pulled up, and then...
A hand groped his body.
wow!
Feng Xiaotian, what are you going to do? !
Tang San roared in his heart.
Soon, he noticed that the restless big hand touched his sensitive handle bit by bit, and then squeezed it gently...
"Ah~"
Tang San's face turned pale and red, and finally he couldn't help but opened his eyes and glared at Feng Xiaotian.
"What are you doing, ouch!"
Feng Xiaotian just smiled at him.
"Tsk, aren't you pretending to be dizzy?"
"The soul is light..."
Tang San felt inexplicably ashamed and angry, and he pushed Feng Xiaotian away with all his strength.
Feng Xiaotian was not annoyed about this, but turned to look at the referee again.
"Referee, what do you think? Let me just say he is very strong, right?"
"..."
The referee silently clamped his legs and turned his head away, not daring to look directly at Feng Xiaotian.
The entire audience, especially the male audience, also made the same move, and only a few of them showed strange looks.
"Forehead……"
Feng Xiaotian was slightly startled, and it was only then that he realized that his reputation seemed to be... ruined?
He glared at Tang San fiercely.
It's all your fault!
Tang San:"……"
"Let's get started and fulfill your bet. You don't want your willingness to bet and refuse to admit defeat to spread across the mainland, right?"
Feng Xiaotian said coldly.
Tang San opened his mouth, lowered his head slightly, with a hint of resentment in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"Are you really going to do this to such an extreme degree?"
"hehe."
Feng Xiaotian just smiled coldly.
Tang San was silent for a while.
At this time, some viewers in the audience could not help but "encourage" him.
"Hurry up, can you do it faster?"
"Slowly, I think this guy can't afford to play, bah!"
"Hey, hey, isn't it good for you to do this..."
"What saint? Get out of here!"
"Wait, I haven't finished. It's not very moral for you to do this, but I like it! Come on, I want to see a river of blood!"
"It should be barking, right? Tsk tsk..."
"..."
Feeling the malice coming from all directions like a tide, Tang San's face turned black little by little, and finally he couldn't help shouting:
"Okay!"
"It's just a dog barking, isn't it okay for me to bark!"
"Then bark quickly~"
Feng Xiaotian looked at him mockingly.
Tang San finally looked at him deeply, lowered his head, and whispered in humiliation:
"Woof..."
"What? What did you bark? Why didn't I hear anything?"
Feng Xiaotian raised his eyebrows and said to Tang San with a face full of joking.
The audience watched the excitement and responded one after another.
"Yes, yes!"
"Louder!!"
"I can't hear you!!!"
"..."
"You, you guys..."
Tang San felt a mouthful of blood rushing up, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and continued to shout:
"Woof woof..."
"I can't hear you! Louder!"
"Woof woof woof..."
"Louder! Haven't you eaten?"
"..."
"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!!"
"Hahahahahaha..."
The whole place was suddenly filled with joy.
"Puff... spit!"
Tang San finally couldn't hold on any longer, vomited a mouthful of old blood, and fainted.
"Damn, damned youngster! How dare you humiliate my son like this..."
At this time, no one noticed the burly man in a corner of the audience, looking at Feng Xiaotian with murderous intent in his eyes.
