"Wang Xudong is still holding on! He still refuses to admit defeat!"
"At such a young age, he already possesses an iron-blooded will! Glorious indeed, our Great Chu!"
Watching his senior brother's tenacious display, Hu Jiarui truly couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Fuck, he's practically getting beaten to death and still won't surrender?"
"You're this tough, Brother Xu Dong? You really make me feel like I don't know you anymore."
Yuan Huan frowned and directly made Wang Xudong collapse and concede.
Then he immediately began acting. With a whoosh, he leaped down from the judges' stand, scooped Wang Xudong up, and ran off the competition grounds.
"Make way, everyone! I need to get my beloved disciple to the hospital for treatment as quickly as possible."
Everyone was moved by Wang Xudong's willpower and applauded, cheering him on.
Chen Xuewu was baffled. He had clearly won, so why did it feel as though he had lost?
The host announced loudly:
"The disciple fought with unyielding determination, while the master's heart aches for his beloved disciple. Let us applaud this fine tale of the martial path!"
The Golden Lion Martial Arts Academy contestant was not weak either. He had just reached the fourth Blood Qi Barrier, though he had yet to comprehend Manifest Force.
Meng Chuan tangled with him for over ten exchanges before finally knocking him off the ring with a Skyward Cannon.
Fang Yuyang had not been injured. After getting up, he cupped his fists toward Meng Chuan in salute.
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for showing mercy."
On the martial path, the accomplished came first. There was no shame in calling the younger Meng Chuan Senior Brother.
At this point, the final four of the minor division had been decided.
As the matches continued, the atmosphere in the arena