With surprise, he lifted his head, only to see Tang Luo already off the fighting stage, taking the Seal of Challenge from the referee, and departing.
Just as he declared, if he didn't win with one punch, he would immediately admit defeat.
Fighting on the stage was always about skill, yet when had a disciple of Martial Saint Mountain ever been belittled like this?
He spat out a mouthful of blood and stood up, clutching his chest. He pushed away doctors who ran to help, managed to suppress the churning in his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted: "Dare to leave your name!?"
Martial arts is a long journey. He completely submitted to this punch today, but it's just a battle in his long life. Everything that didn't kill him would become his nourishment to become stronger.
The unyielding will to fight showed no traces of the loser who had just been punched away. This is a disciple of Martial Saint Mountain, the holy land of the Human Race!
