As they spoke, Ren Donglin on the martial stage suddenly pulled back and retreated, no longer suppressing Chen Qinghua. "Why aren't you continuing?" Chen Qinghua said calmly.
Ren Donglin slightly furrowed his brows, staring at Chen Qinghua, a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes. Then he glanced at the incense outside the arena that had already burned down by a third, and said, "I admit defeat!" After saying these three words, he directly turned around and walked out of the martial stage.
Seeing Ren Donglin walking toward him, Ling Chen noticed a hint of unwillingness on his face. If time had allowed, he definitely wouldn't have wanted to give up so quickly. A rival of many years—how could he not want to have a real clash—but unfortunately, he had to think of the bigger picture.
