The one who shouted was none other than Lu Bufan, the sanda expert eliminated in the semifinals.
Lu Bufan had had his results revoked yesterday. The more he thought about it after returning, the angrier he became. Even if he had only ranked fourth, the rewards would have been substantial.
Never mind martial arts manuals; he was not particularly interested in them, nor did he believe their manuals were truly stronger than sanda—the generous cash prize was what he cared about.
And honestly, he felt that he could have taken down that Mind-Intent Fist expert easily, so he should have placed third.
Now that he saw Yan Siwei surrender outright, the anger in his heart flared up.
To be honest, Lu Bufan believed he had an eighty percent chance of winning if he faced Yan Siwei.
Zhang Caixin frowned slightly, feeling that this man truly did not know what was good for him. Having only his results revoked yesterday had already been merciful enough. Yet he had come out today to keep babbling?
But the Little Celestial Master beside her gave her a look—let Gao Qiang handle it first. She asked coldly, "Yan Siwei of the Allure Sect is willing to concede. Do you have an objection to that?"
Lu Bufan raised a hand and pointed at Chen Shengwang, speaking loudly. "I merely heard that Daoist Chen of Fanghu is a guest elder of Luo Hua. Since Luo Hua announced that it would not participate in this assembly, why has it sent someone like him?"
After a pause, he asked coldly, "Making others deliberately concede... isn't that just deceiving yourselves? Do you really take everyone for fools?"
Yan Siwei's face darkened at once. "I conceded because I naturally couldn't beat him. What do you mean, deliberately conceding? You're not even