Standing on the stage, Zhao Xuanqi heard Director Pete's words. He slowly lifted his foot from Kaiser's back and stood up straight.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he couldn't do anything too extreme to Kaiser, or it would likely cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Besides...
Zhao Xuanqi glanced at Kaiser. Even though he had lifted his foot, Kaiser remained kneeling with his arms twisted behind his back. He didn't get up, his entire being seemingly stupefied, his eyes vacant and dazed.
'This man has been utterly defeated, both in body and in mind. Even if he recovers, I'll probably be a shadow looming over him for the rest of his life.'
'Kaiser is no longer qualified to stand before me. Whether he lives or dies is irrelevant now.'
Zhao Xuanqi stood up straight, cupped his fists, and bowed slightly to the crowd below before leaping off the ring.
"Well done!!"
"Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall! Zhao Qi!"
"That was brilliant!!"
"..."
