The power of the Heart Sword elevated Ye Qingzhou's spirit to new heights. His fierce sword intent surged skywards, tightly bound by his resilient spirit and iron will within a radius of one zhang.
The Flying Frost Sword was still within its scabbard, humming with vibrations.
Waiting for the moment it is drawn, ready to cleave mountains and shatter peaks.
Ye Qingzhou grasped the sword hilt, prepared to draw it out and make his move to conclude this contest.
Death!
Death is certain!
The tip of Golden Dragon's heart trembled; this was the second time in his life he faced death at such close proximity, as if the next moment his life would vanish from this world.
When faced with a choice between face and life, he made a decision without hesitation.
"Wait... wait a moment!"
Golden Dragon suddenly clutched his stomach in front of the referee, his expression twisted, saying, "I... I forfeit! It seems the beef noodles I had before the match aren't sitting well with me."
