"I concede!"
As his voice fell, Qin Yu did not even dare glance at Li Mengchao again. He turned and headed off the arena, his steps betraying a measure of panic.
Li Mengchao stared fixedly at his retreating back, both hands clenched into fists, his chest heaving.
He wanted nothing more than to chase Qin Yu down and tear him to pieces, but his opponent had clearly conceded. The Parade Ground Trial had rules: no further attacks were permitted after a surrender.
The fury and killing intent clogged his chest, nearly making him burst. In the end, all he could do was release a low roar that made the arena's wooden boards hum.
A deathly silence settled over the Spectator Seats. Everyone could see how fiercely Li Mengchao's anger burned.
Although Qin Yu had lost this match, his almost viciously underhanded move had thoroughly enraged this top expert. The trouble to come had probably only just begun.
Even after Qin Yu disappeared beyond the edge of the arena, the deathly silence over the parade ground lingered.
Every gaze remained fixed on the arena.
Li Mengchao pressed a hand tightly over the wound on his inner thigh, the savagery radiating from him almost tangible. Blood continued seeping from the gash, deep enough to expose the flesh beneath, constantly reminding everyone of that perilous moment.
The Silver Armored Officer stood below the arena, his mouth slightly open. Clearly, Qin Yu's vicious move had shocked him as well.
He had presided over the Parade Ground Trial many times and had also participated in Jintai Prefecture's Prefecture Examination. He had seen ruthless techniques before, but rarely a fighting style that so completely abandoned all restraint to target a vital spot.
Only after standing stunned for a moment did he draw a deep breath and