Wei Ban turned around and looked at Feng Ma, who was still on his spot.
"It was a good fight."
Feng Ma said while raising his wine flask towards Wei Ban.
There was no mockery in his voice.
Feng Ma's expression was clear, he said what he believed.
'I could have lost if he hadn't been tricked.'
Feng Ma thought after saying what he wanted to.
"I will win the next time."
Wei Ban said while being a little angsty and then turned around to walk off stage.
Nobody could see the small smile on Wei Ban's face as his head was down.
This was how the outer disciples were.
Even if they lost, the winner still acknowledged the loser.
Thus the battle had truly ended.
Feng Ma also followed Wei Ban, as they were both in need of medical treatment.
On the stage, the emptiness felt weird, even though it was just for a short time.
[ The Last Three Matches are left ]
The Elder announced to the crowd.
