Teng Sen's face had a fearsome gloom.
He did not send someone up to fight again; five battles, five defeats, and even a man had been beheaded - it was already humiliating enough.
Even if he sent up all his men, his opponent was nothing more than a genius who had been knocked out; it wouldn't mean anything even if he won.
His face had been punched once again.
He touched his face, it was already numb, no sensation at all.
"Let's go!"
Teng Sen left with his men.
Now, the only way he could wash away his disgrace was to defeat Dawu's main team at the Martial Arts Tournament.
"The victor has a reward; Dawu's arena is open all day. Everyone can give fight a try."
...
Time passed in an instant, the day of the Martial Arts Tournament had arrived.
The vast Martial Arts field had massive arenas erected on it, the entire venue was large enough to accommodate tens of millions of spectators at once.
