"I concede defeat," Su Huaijun announced straightforwardly, breaking the silence.
Ai Hui recovered his senses and smacked his lips, as if wanting to continue. He had been engrossed in the battle and many ideas were still running through his mind, so it was simply too dissatisfying to end it now.
Without giving Su Huaijun another look, he scanned across the floor and asked urgently, "Who else? Hurry!"
Those who made eye contact with Chu Zhaoyang only felt their hearts tremble as they instinctively tilted their heads down. Chu Zhaoyang’s gaze was like a sharp, electric sword that pierced deep into their hearts, giving them the illusion that a hole had been drilled within them.
A word surfaced in everyone’s minds: Unstoppable!
Fully inspired, Ai Hui’s eyes were about to explode. He was stuck at a crucial point and becoming anxious.
"What? Is there nobody with any guts at all? Are all of you scared?" Ai Hui rambled impatiently.
