Chapter 67: One Hour Later

What should he do? What on earth should he do?

Ji Wu felt like he was dying; he really couldn't hold it in anymore.

But there were so many people under the stage, and he hadn't brought any paper.

He was about to defecate in his stomach. He really wanted to vomit out the Medicinal Pill he had swallowed, but he knew he couldn't do that.

If he vomited it out, he would lose.

He felt that the Medicinal Pill in his stomach was like magic, emitting waves of medicinal power, making him want to go even more.

He looked at Qin Ming. Qin Ming was still the same, snoring and sleeping. Judging by this, he wouldn't wake up unless the referee called him.

"Ah!" Ji Wu couldn't hold it any longer.

With a "Pfft…" sound, his pants began to move without wind following this loud noise.

Everyone stared at Ji Wu, dumbfounded, watching him, as if no one else was around…

"Ah!"

"What is he doing? It stinks! Hurry, let's leave, I'm going to be suffocated to death. This Ji Wu is so indecent, actually doing such a thing in public."

"It stinks! Quickly, let me go over to Qin Ming's side; that side is upwind."

The audience under the stage instantly understood that this was Qin Ming's doing. He had known this would happen long ago and was already lying down upwind.

The 'pfft… pfft' sounds were incessant, accompanying Qin Ming's snoring, becoming a symphony for the entire martial arts arena.

"Qin Ming!" Ji Wu stood up abruptly, glaring at Qin Ming with eyes spitting fire; his eyeballs were almost popping out.

"I will not stand with you! Ah…"

As he spoke, Ji Wu squatted down again, and the 'pfft pfft' sounds rang out once more.

"It stinks. Good thing we are standing upwind; if we were standing on that side, I reckon I would be suffocated to death!"

Qin Qing pinched her nose and said with disgust.

Qin Yuan frowned and exchanged glances with the Qin Family Elder for a moment, then both shook their heads. They still couldn't figure out what Qin Ming was doing or what his plan was.

This looked more like a child's prank. Although Ji Wu had lost a lot of face, he wasn't dead after all. To Ji Wu, what was losing face? As long as he could win, it wouldn't matter even if he had to dance naked.

For a Martial Artist, life is far more important than so-called face.

Without life, what use is face?

Very quickly, an hour passed just like that.

Of course, it was quick for Qin Ming; for Ji Wu, this hour felt like a year.

"Qin Ming! Qin Ming! The duel can begin."

The referee shouted speechlessly.

"Oh! It's starting, huh!" Qin Ming stretched and stood up.

He didn't look poisoned at all; the Green Snake poison pill that had just been fed to Qin Ming was like candy beans to him.

If they hadn't seen Qin Ming swallow it with their own eyes, they would have thought he had eaten a piece of candy beans.

Ji Wu also stood up with difficulty; he only felt his legs weak and his whole body powerless.

Moreover, when he stood up, some things flowed out from his pant legs, which made him blush with shame.

His pants were now full of that; he felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.

Especially seeing Qin Ming acting like nothing happened, he felt even more agitated and terrified.

You have to know, the Green Snake poison pill was his best poison pill. Since it had no effect on Qin Ming, he didn't know what kind of poison pill he could refine to poison Qin Ming.

Watching Qin Ming stand up, Qin Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know how worried he had been just now, wanting to rush up several times, but upon hearing Qin Ming's snoring, he eventually held back.

Now that Qin Ming had stood up, the Green Snake poison pill from just now had absolutely no effect on him.

Why would it have no effect?

Qin Yuan shook his head and looked at Qin Ming with a smile; no effect was the greatest effect for him.