Burning Everything, Glorious Even in Defeat

After Huo Wushuang conceded.

The referee promptly announced the result.

Huo Wu had already run over.

Grabbing Huo Wushuang's arm, she asked with concern written all over her face,

"Brother, how are you?"

"Little sister, I'm fine. I accept this defeat wholeheartedly."

Huo Wushuang shook his head. The mangled flesh on his back made the smile on his face somewhat stiff.

Ye Qiu withdrew his Martial Soul, spread his hands, and reassured her,

"Don't worry. I'll have Lingling heal him. It won't affect your match tomorrow."

"Ye Qiu!"

Huo Wu suddenly raised her head.

It was as though flames were shooting from her eyes, fiercely scorching Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu met her gaze.

He did not owe Huo Wu anything, so he innocently shrugged.

Huo Wu gritted her teeth. Sounding a little lacking in confidence, her domineering voice carried a hint of softness.

"Y-you just wait."

She pointed at Ye Qiu.

Then she led Huo Wushuang away from the arena.

Ye Qiu also signaled Xiao Lan and the others with his eyes, telling them to treat Huo Wushuang.

And so the first match came to an end.

The atmosphere was not as lively as the Preliminary Tournament, nor were there any applause or frenzied cheers.

Yet Ye Qiu's performance still conquered the entire audience.

In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi could not help nodding. Not casually making enemies was best.

It was only a simple match.

From the corner of his eye, Ning Fengzhi glanced at the Platinum Bishop Salas beside him.

There was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Salas's expression was exceptionally calm. Ye Qiu's victory had not stirred any emotional fluctuation in him.

It was as if he were merely watching an utterly ordinary match.

As long as Salas did not cause trouble.

Ning Fengzhi was