This happened on the duelling stage.
After exchanging hundreds of swift moves, the two fighters temporarily retreated. Jiāng Jìnjiǔ, shaking his iron bone fan lightly in one hand, spoke softly," Your power is not weak, Brother Jiāng, but, alas, you don't have a lot of blood and your foundation is too poor. Therefore, if you keep fighting, surely you will lose."
"Why not you admit defeat, Brother Jiāng? Let's stop this duel. By doing so, we will save face, what do you think?"
"Not good." Jiāng Jìnjiǔ decisively refused the other's "kindness", and at the same time, a wicked smile appeared on his face: "If you want to win, then you should withstand my next attack."
While talking, Jiāng Jìnjiǔ suddenly swung his left hand, throwing out several smoke bombs. Immediately, plumes of smoke rose on the 10-meter duelling stage. With that, he vanished into the nearest smoke cloud!
