"Do you admit defeat!" Muyu glared at Tang San, who was suspended on the tip of the spear she held, her lips curling into a mocking sneer.
Tang San’s face was deathly pale and etched with agony. He gripped the spearhead that had pierced his shoulder, where fresh red blood seeped from the wound, trickling down the cold shaft and dripping onto the ground, blooming into shocking, crimson flowers.
Yet, Tang San showed no intention of retreating. Gritting his teeth against the searing pain, he roared, "Shrek never admits defeat! Victory will belong to Shrek!"
Chapter 37