"With Fan Yuze conceding defeat, Jin Yangtian wins this battle!"
The referee's impartial proclamation had barely rung out when Jin Yangtian spat out a mouthful of blood.
For this victory, he had paid with a thumb!
Looking at Fan Yuze again, although he had conceded, there was not even the slightest wound on his body. Was this really why they had come here?
He had actually been schemed against by such a worthless dandy?
At that thought, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
After steadying himself, Fan Yuze actually put away his sword. As if still trembling with fear, he patted his chest and said, "That really scared me to death just now. If I hadn't pulled back in time, I truly would have killed you."
"But you really have no sense of loyalty. I used all my blood and qi power just to avoid killing you."
"Yet you actually tried to kill me instead. If the referee hadn't arrived in time, I would have died here. I never thought you were such a heartless, wolf-hearted bastard!"
The moment he said that, even the referee could not help rolling his eyes.
What did it mean to falsely accuse the victim?
Anyone with eyes could see that you had exhausted all your strength merely to take advantage of Jin Yangtian's ill-intentioned leniency and cut off his left thumb.
Otherwise, you probably would not have been able to harm even a single hair on his head.
But it had to be said.
Although Fan Yuze had been suppressed throughout the battle, that final strike had truly been exceptionally sharp.
If Jin Yangfeng had not dodged quickly, one of his arms would have been severed beneath Fan Yuze's sword.
One had seemingly been suppressed for the entire match, yet not even the