Zhao Xuanqi's words reached Li Zhaotong's ears, piercing his spirit like a sharp sword.
However, he couldn't refute them. His opponent's martial prowess had already said it all.
The arms are the strongest points cultivated by the Brake Pattern Blade. Without a weapon, a Brake Pattern Blade Martial Artist's arms are their deadliest weapon.
Even now, in an explosive state with Qi Surge stacked on top of a Secret Technique, his arm had still been broken by a single blow. It was proof of the immense gap between them.
The fact that his opponent hadn't pressed the attack was, in reality, an act of mercy. A ring match, after all, was not a battle to the death.
He had lost.
As grating as his opponent's words were, he had to accept the fact of his defeat.
He slowly raised his arm.
He was conceding defeat.
"Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall, Zhao Qi wins!"
The referee shouted, shattering the prolonged silence that had fallen over the arena.
