However, how could people accept this?
A mere genius from a middle-ranking tribe, with a Martial Arts Cultivation stronger than his own?
This…
Murong Liuhe couldn't find any reason for his defeat. However, when he recalled Yang Chen's lightning-fast spear attack and that wanton tremendous strength, his hand holding the long knife trembled. He knew that just now, Yang Chen had held back, otherwise, his arm would have lost its feeling long ago.
"Murong Liuhe, do you want to continue the fight?" Yang Chen asked.
Murong Liuhe's heart trembled, and then he looked deeply at Yang Chen: "I admit defeat!"
He still had some tricks up his sleeve, but there was no need to reveal them here. Most importantly… he had a feeling that his trump cards would be meaningless in front of Yang Chen. Admitting defeat now and quickly finding another ring to occupy would still give him a chance to turn things around.
With that thought in mind, he jumped directly off the ring.
