Nan Qiuqiu raised her head and looked at Lu Yuan with difficulty.
He stood in the center of the platform, nine soul rings circling him and a purple-black dragon silhouette coiled behind him, like a demonic god descended upon the world.
She opened her mouth, her lips trembling several times before she managed to force a few words from her throat.
"We... concede."
The referee stood at the edge of the platform, having only just recovered from his shock.
He looked down at the seven Earth Dragon Gate members trembling all over on the ground, then up at Lu Yuan, who stood opposite them with an utterly brazen expression.
The referee fell silent for two seconds.
In all his years as a referee, he had officiated countless matches and witnessed every kind of victory and defeat.
Crushing victories, dramatic comebacks, evenly matched battles fought to the very last second-he had seen them all.
But this was the first time he had seen someone frighten their opponents into collapsing.
There was a hint of sympathy in his gaze as he looked at Nan Qiuqiu.
The Earth Dragon Gate really had terrible luck. Not only had they drawn the Abyss Cult in the knockout round, but Lu Yuan had personally taken the stage.
Anyone would have collapsed.
What if it had been him? He would have pissed himself right there!
The referee took a deep breath, collected himself, raised his right hand, and announced loudly.
"The Earth Dragon Gate concedes! The Abyss Cult wins the team match! The Abyss Cult earns five match points!"
"In the third knockout round, the Abyss Cult wins with an overall score of eight to zero and advances to the group stage!"
His voice echoed above the Soul Duel Arena, but failed to drown out the waves