Ci Xin had already spent most of his strength and used every trick he had, yet he still couldn't do anything to Ling Tian. He knew that if things continued this way, he would undoubtedly lose, so he decided to concede outright. It would look better than being beaten.
"Fellow Daoist Ling Tian, I've already spent most of my strength and used every method at my disposal, yet I still can't do anything to you. If we keep fighting, I'm sure to lose, so there's no need to continue." Ci Xin spoke, then cupped his fists, his expression solemn. "Your strength is astonishing. I'm impressed."
Ling Tian returned the salute. "I had a few advantages. If this weren't an arena match, and if we weren't restricting ourselves to a straightforward contest, I think we might well have ended in a draw."
Ci Xin smiled faintly. "But we agreed to a straightforward contest, and I used to compete with Po Tian the same way. Naturally, we have to apply the same rules to everyone."
On the surface, Ci Xin was speaking to Ling Tian, but everyone knew he was addressing Po Tian. His meaning was simple: if they hadn't been fighting straightforwardly, if they hadn't been confined to the arena, then he certainly wouldn't have lost.
Po Tian snorted, but he knew Ci Xin wasn't wrong, so he said nothing.
Ci Xin stepped down from the arena, and Qian Jun took his place. Clearly, it was his turn to fight.
After introducing himself, Qian Jun said solemnly, "For the sake of fairness, Fellow Daoist Ling Tian, take a day to recover. With how quickly you regain your strength, that should be enough for you to return to your peak."
Without another word, Qian Jun sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to