"I concede!"
The words, tinged with desperation and despair, echoed throughout the arena. The roaring crowd quieted down, disappointed by the sudden concession. Whether they realized it or not, by now, most of the crowd was eagerly anticipating John's fights. While most still rooted against him, they by now learned that his power was quite formidable at the very least, and they wanted to see what the true extent of his power was.
However, Helaranth's concession ended the fight, and the opportunity to learn the truth about John's limits. John slowly lowered his scythe, the lightning fading and his aura vanishing. Still covered in blood and grime from his training sessions with Zuri, he stood tall and poised, as if this battle was merely a steppingstone on his journey through this tournament.
He studied Helaranth for a moment, who looked at the ground in utter despair. He had hoped to bring pride to himself and his sect, but all he had brought was shame.
