In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 492 A Willing Defeat (crossed out) The Tang God King Bearing Humiliation

Feng Xiaotian slowly descended from the sky, and the Battle Arena was now a scene of devastation.

Tang San was lying on the cracked ground, trying to get up by supporting himself with his hands, but he still didn't have enough strength and almost completely fainted. He could only squint his eyes.

Seeing Tang San so weak and disheveled, Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but shake his head.

Unexpectedly, Tang San only managed to force him to use the sixty-third strike...

It's important to know that he has already refined his self-created soul skill to the point of seventy-two strikes. He has even begun to emulate the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique's Nine-Nine Return to One Hammer and develop the "Gale Wolf Eighty-One Consecutive Slashes." Although it's still under development, with his current foundation, it wouldn't be impossible for him to forcefully unleash a few strikes.

In other words, Tang San not only failed to push him to his limit, but even when he was asked to go all out, he couldn't do it.

Gee...

He overestimated Tang San.

Lost in thought, Feng Xiaotian suddenly seemed to recall something. Looking at Tang San, who, though in poor condition, hadn't fainted, he smiled and said:

"Tang San, you've lost. A bet's a bet, shouldn't you...?"

"..."

Tang San, who was propping himself up, changed his expression upon hearing this. He couldn't help but curse himself inwardly for forcing himself to stay awake. He should have just fainted and pretended to be dead. That way, even if he couldn't avoid being "chased for debt" by Feng Xiaotian in the end, he wouldn't have ended up barking like a dog in public...

and many more!

Suddenly, Tang San's eyes lit up.

It's not too late to play dead now!

Without hesitation, he closed his eyes and collapsed.

Feng Xiaotian: "..."

That's such an obvious charade!

His eyes flickered as he caught sight of the referee preparing to blow his whistle to announce the winner of the match and the restless Blue Tyrant Academy instructors below the arena. Suddenly, an idea came to him.

"Wait, referee!"

He stretched out his hand in the direction of the referee, looking like he was about to pull off some kind of stunt.

"I don't think my opponent Tang San has lost his fighting spirit yet. You can't just jump to conclusions like that; he'll wake up!"

Upon hearing this, the referee was somewhat speechless.

Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the "male protagonist's nemesis" from some action-packed novel...

However, thinking this, the referee slowly lowered the command flag he was about to raise.

at the same time.

Tang San, who was pretending to faint: "..."

Damn it!

He really wanted to open his eyes again and shout: "I give up, okay?!"

However, he can't.

What's the difference between that and actively declaring that he's conscious? Feng Xiaotian will definitely seize on this as leverage to demand that he "fulfill the bet" on the spot.

Damn it, you simp...

While cursing under his breath, Tang San suddenly felt a pang of longing for Yu Xiaogang, who was far away in Wuhun City.

Given Yu Xiaogang's quick wit, she would definitely admit defeat on behalf of Blue Tyrant Academy at this point, allowing Flander to openly and legitimately take her off the stage, thus enabling her to successfully escape the encirclement.

Unfortunately, Yu Xiaogang isn't here. The fact that he hasn't been rescued yet means the teachers and students in the Blue Tyrant Academy's rest area definitely didn't think of this... Damn it, a bunch of useless trash!

At that moment, Tang San suddenly noticed that the sound of footsteps was gradually getting louder.

It's Feng Xiaotian!

He is getting closer to himself step by step!

What is he trying to do?!

Tang San felt an ominous premonition instantly.

"Hehehe~"

A strange laugh rang out.

Suddenly, Tang San felt himself being pulled up, and then...

A hand was groping over his body.

woc!

Feng Xiaotian, what are you doing?!

Tang San roared inwardly.

Soon, he noticed that restless hand gradually touching his sensitive spot, then gently squeezing it...

"Ah~"

Tang San's face turned pale and then red, and finally he couldn't help but open his eyes and glare at Feng Xiaotian.

"What are you doing? Ouch!"

Feng Xiaotian simply smiled at him.

"Tsk, not pretending to be dizzy anymore?"

"Damn it..."

Tang San felt inexplicably ashamed and indignant, and suddenly pushed Feng Xiaotian away with all his might.

Feng Xiaotian was not annoyed by this, but simply turned to look at the referee.

"Referee, what do you think? I told you he was tough, didn't I?"

"..."

The referee silently squeezed his legs together, turned his head away, and dared not look directly at Feng Xiaotian.

The entire audience, especially the male audience, all made the same gesture, with only a very few showing strange looks.

"Forehead……"

Feng Xiaotian was slightly taken aback, and it was only then that he realized his reputation seemed to be... ruined?

He glared fiercely at Tang San.

It's all your fault!

Tang San: "..."

"Let's begin. Keep your bet. You don't want your reputation for being stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat to spread throughout the mainland, do you?"

Feng Xiaotian said coldly.

Tang San opened his mouth, lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with a hidden resentment, and said in a deep voice:

"Do we really have to go this far?"

"hehe."

Feng Xiaotian just gave a cold laugh.

Tang San remained silent for a while.

At this point, some audience members couldn't help but cheer for him.

"Hurry up, can you hurry up?!"

"Slow and hectic, to my opinion, this guy can't handle the game, pshaw!"

"Hey, isn't what you're doing a bit inappropriate...?"

"What kind of saintly figure are you? Get lost!"

"Wait, I haven't finished yet. What you're doing is immoral, but I like it! Hurry, hurry, I want to see rivers of blood!"

"It should be barking, right? Tsk tsk..."

"..."

Feeling the malice surging towards him from all directions like a tidal wave, Tang San's face gradually darkened, and finally he couldn't help but shout:

"good!"

"It's just a dog barking! Can't I bark?"

"Then hurry up and yell!"

Feng Xiaotian looked at him mockingly.

Tang San gave him one last, deep look, then lowered his head and spoke in a humiliating, low voice:

"Woof..."

"What? What did you say? I didn't hear a thing!"

Feng Xiaotian raised an eyebrow and said to Tang San with a mocking expression.

The audience, always eager for excitement, joined in the fun.

"Yeah yeah!"

"Speak louder!!"

"I can't hear you!!!"

"..."

"You, you all..."

Tang San felt a mouthful of blood surge up, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and continued to shout:

"Woof woof..."

"I can't hear you! Speak louder!"

"Woof woof woof..."

"Louder! Haven't you eaten?"

"..."

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof! Woof woof woof!!!"

"Hahahaha..."

The entire venue was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Pfft... Sizzle!"

Tang San finally couldn't hold on any longer, vomited a mouthful of blood, and truly fainted.

"Damn it, that wretched brat! How dare he humiliate my son like this..."

At this moment, no one noticed the burly man in a corner of the audience, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Feng Xiaotian.

(End of this chapter)