Wu HaoYang's body went limp on the grass. His drunken eyes were hazy as he looked at the figure above him.
Slowly, he felt the cold tip of the halberd poking his cheek.
Wu HaoYang blinked, recovering a little clarity. He looked up at Jiang Xiao. A few seconds later, his face darkened angrily. He suddenly turned his head aside and climbed to his feet.
"Hmph." With a soft snort, Wu HaoYang picked up the Green Dragon Crescent Blade from the ground and turned to leave. He waved at the referee nearby, signaling that he conceded.
"Beep-beep! The match is over!" The referee blew the whistle at just the right moment. He had a good grasp of the situation on the field. "Huaxia's No. 1, victory!"
As the whistle sounded, waves of applause erupted from the stands.
The television cameras showed Jiang Xiao waving to the surrounding audience. The screen on the left also replayed the final moment.
Li Li: "It's over! Jiang Xiaopi still had the superior skills in the end, while Wu HaoYang didn't say anything unnecessary and directly chose to concede! Little Poisonous Milk has won again! He has charged into the fifth round and secured a place in the top thirty-two!"
Ye Xunyang let out a sigh and shook her head in admiration. "Clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. In the last World Cup, Jiang Xiaopi faced the doubts of the entire world and won match after match.
"And in this World Cup, everyone has treated Jiang Xiaopi as the Great Demon King.
"Jiang Xiaopi has received even more attention, and his treatment has clearly changed. He has even faintly shown signs of becoming 'the public enemy of the entire nation.' The only thing that hasn't changed is the pace of Jiang Xiaopi's advance! Whether