"Do you yield?"
Those cold five words.
Each word, with the cool night breeze, drifted into their ears.
At this moment, the people behind Mo Shangjun felt a surge of pride instinctively and stood behind her in tacit agreement, even Xiang Yongming pushed away the people atop him, stood up, and positioned himself upright and straight within the crowd.
Those in front gradually got up on their own or were helped up. After hearing Mo Shangjun's words, their faces all changed, overwhelmed by embarrassment, and none could easily speak out.
1 against 14.
Even the most capable among them, Xin Shuang, at best could take on three at a time, and certainly not without incurring any injuries.
Yet, even so, Xin Shuang, who always ranked within the top twenty in assessments.
Now, a woman who lingered outside the top fifty had single-handedly defeated all fourteen of them without a scratch on herself.
It was utterly preposterous.
