The ninth round of battles was still ongoing.
Lin Qi and Sailun's match got off to a good start.
The subsequent battles were also exceptionally fierce, and the palaces even began to show varying degrees of damage.
The gap between geniuses was not as large as imagined, and killing an opponent was no longer so easy.
The Dragon Race's Xu Ming, who had a bye in the previous round, was matched with Fu Cang of the Fuming Race this time.
He had already formed a killing intent and wanted to kill his opponent.
However, after exchanging blows for a moment, Fu Cang very decisively chose to admit defeat and stopped fighting.
He was very self-aware because if he kept fighting, there was a real chance he would die.
Teleported back, Fu Cang let out a breath.
He sighed to the other geniuses of the Fuming Race:
"Sorry everyone, I lost."
"I almost bought it just now."
The other geniuses shook their heads and said: "Big Brother Fu Cang, you are the top-tier genius of our Fuming Race."
"The future of our race depends on you."
"There is no shame in losing; perishing in vain is what's shameful."
Fu Cang nodded and said: "The Dragon Race's Xu Ming is too strong, I am completely no match for him."
"If I continue fighting, I will definitely die!"
"Only Xuan Ge of the Heavenly God Race, and Lin Qi and Eon of the Human Race can go toe-to-toe with him."
"Let's quit while we're ahead."
On the other side, Xu Ming wore an ugly expression.
He did not expect Fu Cang to admit defeat so quickly.
This caused him to only obtain a single Abyss point from this match, failing to make up for his losses.
He was extremely irritated.
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