"I've already conceded, and you're telling me to scram!" Ye Mu roared, his face contorted with rage.
"You think conceding is enough?" Ye Wushuang stared coldly at Ye Mu. "The moment you stepped onto this stage, you called me trash. You thought I was an easy target, so you demanded that I kneel and concede before everyone. And now that you're weaker than me, you think you can just concede and walk away? Don't you find that laughable?"
At these words, Ye Mu's face turned a ghastly shade of pale, his expression utterly hideous.
"Scram. Still not moving?" Ye Wushuang's gaze hardened as he strode forward, planting his foot domineeringly next to Ye Mu. Ye Mu let out a muffled grunt and collapsed onto his side.
Instantly, his face flooded with humiliation!
Moments ago, he had been so arrogant and boastful. Now, in the blink of an eye, he was utterly powerless!
