Collective Surrender

Surrendering without a fight, admitting defeat outright!

Everyone was somewhat surprised to hear Shen Yue's words, but on second thought, it was indeed a very wise choice.

Without the strength of a Mystic God, it was simply impossible to defeat Fan Lang. Rather than suffer for nothing, it was better to concede voluntarily and spare herself the physical pain.

On the arena stage, Fan Lang was briefly taken aback before smiling faintly. "No wonder you said I couldn't hurt you. That is indeed the case."

"I watched your battle with the Sky Track City Lord very clearly. With my strength, I'm no match for you. I'm afraid I couldn't even withstand three to five moves. There's no need to fight this arena match at all." Shen Yue shook her head.

"You let me win."

"Don't mention it."

After saying that, Shen Yue turned and drifted away, leaving Fan Lang with the sight of her graceful back.

Fan Lang turned and stepped down from the other side.

Then others took the stage for their matches. After many battles, it was Fan Lang's turn again, and the name of an unlucky fellow appeared on the bamboo slip in his hand.

Fan Lang stepped onto the arena calmly, as though he had merely come for a stroll.

The person opposite him was far less relaxed. He gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and said, "I concede too. There's no need to fight."

"You're conceding too?" Fan Lang frowned.

"What else can I do but concede? Fighting would be pointless." The other man shook his head and walked straight off the stage.

The second match was another immediate surrender!

Then came the third match, the fourth match...

"I concede."

"I withdraw."

"Instructor Fan, you win. I know I'm inferior."

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