"I admit defeat," Jian Ming looked at Xu Zimei, his mood deflated.
He said, "I also thank you for your mercy in not killing me."
"Your Sword Dao is not pure, think about it yourself," Xu Zimei waved his hand and said.
"Thank you for your guidance," Jian Ming nodded and said with a wry smile, "Maybe the honors I've had over the years in Ragefire City have led me astray."
After Jian Ming used his final move, he had no strength left, and in the end, it was the people from the Combat Stage who carried him down.
Seeing the manner in which Jian Ming was defeated, the audience fell into an unusual silence at this moment.
Nu ShiHu, hearing the news, also came personally to the combat area.
"My lord," the referee from the Combat Stage hurried over to greet him.
Nu ShiHu waved his hand and stood next to the spectator seats, taking a distant look at Xu Zimei with a smile, "Is it that young man?"
