"I acknowledge..."
But before he could spit out the final word, a translucent jade-like beautiful palm suddenly clamped his mouth shut.
Contrary to its delicate and attractive appearance, the palm was so powerfully forceful it was almost absurd, resembling an industrial-grade super vise.
Xue Jing reached out, gripping Zhou Yinglin's chin, and pulled him close, staring into his eyes he softly spoke,
"Don't be such a spoilsport, Young Master Zhou. We still have some unfinished business, don't you think? You wouldn't want to admit defeat and leave just like that, would you?"
"Mmm—!!"
Unable to speak, and barely able to move his body, fear crept into Zhou Yinglin's sharp eyes for the first time.
Outside the arena, the referee hesitated.
According to the rules, as long as the contestant shows apparent intent to concede, regardless of whether he had articulated the words 'I admit defeat' in their entirety, the referee could blow the whistle to end the match.
But...
