"You let me win." Xu Wuyi retracted his spear.
Song Xing'an slowly lowered his hands, his face pale.
He looked down at his empty right hand, then back at Xu Wuyi, and finally gave a bitter smile. "I concede."
[VICTORY! ADVANCING TO THE NEXT ROUND!]
Xu Wuyi's figure faded away.
Song Xing'an stood on the stage for a few seconds in silence before dissolving into specks of light.
After a moment of silence, the spectator channel erupted once more.
"One spear strike, again!"
"Song Xing'an is a bit stronger than Song Xingxian was in the preliminaries, but he still couldn't block that one strike."
"Xu Wuyi didn't even use any special Techniques. It was just a simple, straight thrust..."
"The gap between them is just despair-inducing."
"Those twins from Starry Sky Martial Arts Academy really have the worst luck."
...
Xu Wuyi returned to the preparation room to await his next match.
A few minutes later, the system notification chimed again.
