A splash of blood burst forth, and the Nine-tailed Sky Fox no longer exuded the graceful composure of the past, clutching her injured left arm with her delicate hand, glaring downward...
What... How could this be avoided? Feng Luo was also taken aback, but the resolute look in his eyes showed no sign of compromise. Yet, as Ninetails was about to unleash a retaliatory strike, he suddenly half-raised his hands high.
"I surrender, I admit defeat."
"Ah? I! @#￥%..."
Ninetails staggered forward, narrowly avoiding spitting out old blood, suddenly feeling sick like she'd swallowed a fly.
"What did you say!?"
"I said I surrender, I won't fight anymore, I've had enough."
"So you say you won't fight, and that's it? Come, sister will play with you, come on, let's play."
"No, I'm not as skilled, I willingly admit defeat and take the penalty of three cups of wine."
