Chapter 1042: Chapter 1042

Su Tianyu couldn’t stop grinning, utterly impressed by Old Master Su’s wise decision.

He remembered being somewhat opposed when Old Master Su arranged Su Xiaoxi’s marriage in Songhai City, feeling that the Su Family, being a prominent family in the Imperial City, shouldn’t consider someone like Tang Xin, who had no background, from the countryside.

Looking back now, the old master was truly perceptive, willing to put aside family prestige to win Tang Xin’s favor, and it has paid off.

"Yes, yes, that’s absolutely right."

Long Aiyu nodded repeatedly, saying with satisfaction, "If we win forty billion, along with the resort and clubhouse we won earlier, we’ve already gained much, even if we lose the martial arts competition, we’re still ahead."

"What’s that supposed to mean? Tang Xin, our group leader, will surely win the martial arts competition, our Dark Group faction is finally emerging!"

Wu Dao shouted in excitement, pondering if the Wu Family had any suitable women for Tang Ming, this person must be well-connected.

On the arena, although the match had ended, Tang Ming and Wan Yong were still staring at each other, neither moving.

"Tang Xin, I must admit you are indeed strong, but unfortunately this is a competition, not a real duel, otherwise I would definitely defeat you."

Wan Yong looked at Tang Ming with a gloomy expression, his battle intent high.

"Hehe, I think the same."

Tang Ming smiled casually.

Though he tied with Wan Yong at the moment and used his energy trump card, he hadn’t used his most proficient Poison Skill. Once he did, Wan Yong would definitely not be his match.

"Since neither of us is satisfied, why don’t we continue fighting?"

Wan Yong squinted his eyes and asked Tang Ming.

"I have no objections, but do you still have any strength left?"

Tang Ming grinned, scornfully saying, "Besides, I disdain continuing the duel with someone as despicable as you."

"Bastard, whom are you insulting?"

Wan Yong burst into anger.

"Someone poisoned my food, luckily I discovered it in time, or else you would have set me up."

Tang Ming sneered and curled his lips. Because he noticed the problem with the food earlier, he snatched Lin Canghai and others’ food. Although that Poison was strange, he didn’t mind it, and used it to enhance his cultivation.

"How could there be such a thing?"

Wan Yong frowned, recalling the Ming Group faction’s way of doing things. It was likely true, for a moment he didn’t know what to say, he felt guilty!

"Both contestants, the match is over now, you can return to the resting area, I will announce the results of the match."

Seeing Tang Ming and Wan Yong chatting in the arena, Qin Fang weakly reminded them.

Wan Yong glared at Tang Ming.

"Why don’t you go first?"

Tang Ming smiled but didn’t move.

Soon, Tang Ming and Wan Yong nodded understandingly.

Wan Yong was probing when he said he wanted to keep fighting Tang Ming, as he was already exhausted.

Tang Ming was in the same condition, but his Poison Skill wasn’t much related to physical strength. If it continued, Wan Yong would surely be the one to die.

"Something’s wrong, Tang Xin isn’t well."

Lin Canghai, who knew Tang Ming best, exclaimed and jumped into the arena first, running towards Tang Ming.

Long Ao and Wu Xiaoyu exchanged glances and quickly followed.

"Tang Xin, are you alright?"

Lin Canghai asked Tang Ming nervously.

"I’m exhausted, barely holding on."

Tang Ming quietly groaned, "Support me, don’t let me fall."

Lin Canghai kept nodding, quickly and carefully holding up Tang Ming.

On the other side, Zhao Tianba, Qian Bujun, and Fu Renjie had also reacted and rushed towards Wan Yong.

Zhao Tianba slapped Wan Yong’s shoulder as he reached him, admiringly praising, "Hahaha, Brother Wan, you’re truly impressive, an Eight-star Martial Master, my respect!"

Wan Yong’s eyes widened, but it was already too late.

Wan Yong, slapped down, toppled over, weak and unable to get up.

"This is a damned pig teammate."

Wan Yong painfully closed his eyes. He was just as exhausted as Tang Ming, but Tang Ming’s friends carefully supported him, while his own side had someone jump out and attack him, how embarrassing.

Zhao Tianba looked at his palm in confusion. He hadn’t used much force, how could he knock down an Eight-star Martial Master?

"Hehe, Wan Yong, you still want to duel with me in that state? Truly embarrassing."

Tang Ming couldn’t help but laugh, "Judging by position, you’re lying on the ground, so I should be the winner."

Wan Yong closed his eyes in pain, reluctant to speak. Maybe he should just pretend to faint; being mocked by Tang Ming at the last moment was worse than bleeding.

"Quick, lift him up."

Qian Bujun glanced reproachfully at Zhao Tianba and hurriedly went to help Wan Yong up.

"Sorry, sorry, I saw you still wanting to fight him, I thought you were fine."

Zhao Tianba apologized to Wan Yong.

"Not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs."

Wan Yong shook his head in pain, ignoring this fool.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today’s matches have all ended. The final results are: Tang Ming vs. Wan Yong, Tang Ming 6 wins, Wan Yong 6 wins; Wu Xiaoyu vs. Lin Canghai, Wu Xiaoyu 1 win, 6 losses, Lin Canghai 3 wins, 4 losses; Fu Renjie vs. Long Ao, Fu Renjie 7 losses, Long Ao 3 wins, 4 losses, Qian Bujun vs. Zhao Tianba, Qian Bujun 3 wins, 4 losses, Zhao Tianba 5 wins, 2 losses."

"So how should the total score be calculated?"

On hearing this, Lin Canghai asked Qin Fang in confusion. It seemed several people were tied, making the results a bit messy!

"It’s actually simple. After several rounds of matches, the total victories and losses of each contestant are combined to give their score for this round."

Qin Fang smiled subtly and announced, "Tang Ming and Wan Yong, both 6 wins, 0 losses, score 6; Zhao Tianba, 5 wins, 2 losses, score 3; by analogy, Lin Canghai, Qian Bujun, Long Ao, each has a score of -1; Wu Xiaoyu’s score is -5, Fu Renjie’s score is -7."

"Damn, so that’s how it’s calculated!"

Qian Bujun couldn’t help but curse, looking at Zhao Tianba dejectedly, "If I’d known, I should have had you concede in the last round, then I’d have one more point, leaving Lin Canghai and Long Ao behind."

"Cough, cough, I didn’t expect that either."

Zhao Tianba laughed awkwardly, it seemed his 3 points were many compared to -1, even giving Qian Bujun a point wouldn’t hurt.