"I concede." Zhou Tong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice.
The words had barely left his lips when he turned and walked off the fighting stage.
Qin Yu stood in the center of the stage, breathing lightly as the white glow at his fingertips slowly faded.
He watched Zhou Tong's departing figure, his eyes holding no trace of pride, only a calm stillness. Forcing a master of hard arts like Zhou Tong to concede meant this match had been anything but easy.
Yang Jing watched Qin Yu on the stage, his expression grave.
This opponent's strength was even greater than he had imagined.
The combination of the Celestial Eagle Claw's ruthlessness and agility was truly troublesome.
Standing at the edge of the stage, Yang Jing's gaze followed Qin Yu's back as he descended. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the peaks of his knuckles.
