"Well done, Risheng!"
Li Ang removed his armor and walked toward the crowd. Yang Yu, Li Wei, and others cheered for him, but most people were simply bewildered.
Among the new students close to Pei Jing, quite a few displayed their dissatisfaction.
"How can you throw dust in someone's eyes during a fight?"
"Yeah, that's a bit... unsportsmanlike, isn't it?"
"Pei Silang's loss was too unfair..."
THUD, THUD, THUD.
Pei Jing walked away from the battlefield with heavy steps.
He waved to his approaching friends, signaling he was fine. Then, his face tense, he gave Li Ang a solemn nod. "This time, I lost."
His friends, unwilling to accept the defeat, tried to interject, but Pei Jing silenced them with a look. "A loss is a loss. There are no excuses. Everything Li Ang used was equipment from the Martial Arts Arena. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."
"That's right."
