When Ye Lingling realized that Yu Tianheng was completely done for, Zhu Zhuqing's long claws had already carved countless gashes across his once-handsome face.
Sensing that things were getting out of hand, Ye Lingling quickly waved to the referee.
"Referee, referee! We surrender!"
"We're not fighting anymore—just count this as their win!"
As her voice rose, the veil on Ye Lingling's face loosened and fell away.
When it finally landed, Wukong truly witnessed what it meant to see a beauty.
If one had to grade them—Bibi Dong's beauty was noble and regal; Hu Liena's was seductive and bewitching; Zhu Zhuqing carried a cold, wild sensuality.
But the woman before him, Ye Lingling, could only be described as soft and fragile—someone who looked like she needed to be protected.
Another delicate princess type.
As her veil fell, the entire audience gasped again.
"Hey, that guy with the staff—just let them have the win!"
"Let them? Like hell! That girl in purple looks pissed off now."
"What do you know? That gentle-looking one is totally my type."
"The one in purple? She looks like a tigress… Marry her and you'd be living in daily terror."
"Now that you say that, I kinda pity the guy with the staff."
One of the lucky spectators happened to speak just loud enough for Zhu Zhuqing to hear.
Her icy gaze swept sharply across the stands, and the man instantly felt killing intent—he bolted from the arena like his life depended on it.
No woman likes being called a tigress—unless she means to be one.
"Tianling Team, are you certain you wish to forfeit voluntarily?" the host, Dou Dou, asked.
"Yes, we admit defeat." Ye Lingling answered, immediately activating the healing power of her Jiu Xin Haitang.
The three brilliant spirit rings on her body glowed softly. But instead of using a specific ability, she seemed to be channeling all three rings' power into a single concentrated healing burst—like a focused recovery skill.
"I didn't expect a Wuhun like that could be used for single-target healing too…"
"No, I have to move faster and win over the Jiu Xin Haitang clan as soon as possible. I can't let a prize like that slip through my fingers," Wukong thought to himself.
Since he was destined to oppose Tang San, some of the gods of this Douluo world would inevitably become the biggest obstacles. Until his Super Saiyan powers fully returned, it was best not to provoke anyone unnecessarily.
A Wuhun like Jiu Xin Haitang, with such strong healing power, would be one of his greatest trump cards in the future.
Within seconds, Yu Tianheng's injuries had already recovered by more than half, even the pale complexion of his face returning to a healthy flush.
"Captain, are you alright?" Ye Lingling stepped forward gently.
"If you still feel unwell anywhere, I can continue healing you."
Watching this, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but think—was it really that serious?
She hadn't even hit him that hard! Wukong's earlier Thousand-Year Kill and her few attacks together might have cost him, what, two levels of spirit power at most?
If that was enough to knock him out, then Yu Tianheng's strength wasn't much better than hers at all.
His Wuhun and physique were both clearly superior, yet he still lost so miserably.
Pathetic.
Bathed in the healing glow of Jiu Xin Haitang, Yu Tianheng's body gradually recovered.
When he finally opened his eyes, they were empty and lifeless—like someone who had just suffered a massive mental breakdown.
And honestly… who could blame him?
He'd grown up pampered and praised as a prodigy, everyone following in his footsteps. Yet today, he was humiliated—his pride ground into dust by two people who made him look worthless.
And to make it worse, he was older than both of them.
Talk about insult to injury.
"..."
Yu Tianheng said nothing. He ignored Ye Lingling and walked straight toward the exit tunnel.
As he did, angry voices erupted from the stands.
"This is all your fault, you useless trash! I bet a ton of money on you!" a spectator shouted, even throwing a banana peel that landed squarely on Yu Tianheng's head.
The guy didn't even flinch. He just kept walking toward the rest area, silent.
At this point, nothing could be more humiliating than being defeated so effortlessly by those two.
A banana peel was nothing in comparison.
"Captain…" Ye Lingling looked at the disheartened Yu Tianheng, feeling deeply conflicted. She thought she had failed him somehow.
But at the same time, she'd also found clues to breaking her clan's curse. Her emotions were a tangled mess of guilt, hope, and confusion.
She quietly picked up her fallen white veil and hung it back over her face.
Then she followed Yu Tianheng offstage toward the rest area.
"Wait! You're called Sun Wukong, right?" Ye Lingling stopped at the base of the stairs, standing on tiptoe to catch a glimpse of him from afar.
"Where will we meet next time?"
Even as she was leaving, she couldn't help but ask.
"Don't worry. Just go back and do what you need to do. We'll meet again soon—believe me," Wukong shouted back.
"Then don't keep me waiting too long!"
After saying that, Ye Lingling quickly caught up with Yu Tianheng and returned to the rest room. The moment they entered, they were greeted by Dugu Yan's sobbing.
"Ah… what a day."
After everything that happened, Wukong couldn't help but sigh. His future was starting to look overwhelmingly complicated—so many things waiting for him to handle.
"Heh." Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, wasn't the least bit dejected.
Instead, she shot Wukong a slightly jealous look.
"What's wrong now, girl?"
"Don't tell me I did something wrong again?" Wukong scratched his head, thinking. He didn't recall doing anything too wicked today—aside from Thousand-Year Killing Yu Tianheng and, uh… patting Ye Lingling's… well, never mind that.
"You seemed to be enjoying your little chat with that girl—already making plans to meet again?" Zhu Zhuqing's cold tone gradually shifted to anger.
"Tell me, what kind of debauched life do you actually live when I'm not around?"
"I was out there fighting my heart out, and you were flirting with another woman on the sidelines!"
"Your rightful wife is right here, and you still dare to tease other girls? What about when I'm not here?"
"How many vixens do you have hidden outside, hmm? Don't lie to me!" Her star-like eyes shimmered with tears.
Zhu Zhuqing wasn't ignorant—she knew that in Douluo Dalu, strength was everything. The strong ruled over all.
It wasn't uncommon for powerful men to have multiple wives and concubines. She understood that Wukong wasn't an ordinary man—he was a god, someone destined for great things.
A man like that couldn't walk his path without strong women supporting him.
She knew all this. But knowing it didn't make it any easier to accept.
"Zhuqing."
Seeing her like this, Wukong couldn't lie to her anymore.
"I admit… there is one more."
"She's my junior sister."
"I took her in for some very specific reasons. I'll explain everything to you later."
At that moment, the entire arena fell silent in awkward tension.
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