He actually conceded?
When Du Meng conceded, even Mo Yi found it somewhat incomprehensible.
In his view, judging by Du Meng's earlier performance, Du Meng should have fought him to the bitter end no matter what!
Well, in his impression, Du Meng had already become a thoroughly reckless man.
Therefore, Du Meng's direct concession now left Mo Yi rather surprised.
In truth, with Du Meng's temperament, he indeed would not surrender so easily.
Du Meng looked somewhat simple and honest, but in reality, that fellow was extremely battle-hungry. If not for that, he would not have gone to spar with Tang Qijian every other day.
Now that he had finally encountered such a formidable opponent as Mo Yi, Du Meng had long been prepared for a great battle.
To Du Meng, victory or defeat was fundamentally unimportant.
In his eyes, as long as he fought to his heart's content, that was enough.
Whether he won or lost did not matter at all!
But this time, the situation was somewhat different.
Although Mo Yi was powerful enough to make him unleash all his strength, the truth was that fighting Mo Yi could not let him enjoy himself at all.
His opponent kept slashing at him with all his might, leaving him able only to defend passively.
And what Du Meng found hardest to accept was that, aside from the beginning, when Mo Yi had clashed head-on with him a few times, his opponent had not fought him head-on at all for the rest of the battle.
Instead, Mo Yi kept dodging his attacks, then continuously hacking at him with the pair of curved blades in his hands.
That was right, Du Meng liked fighting. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he became.
But Du Meng did not have a masochistic