Master Gu's body shook at those words.
As if he had seen the light, his despairing expression vanished, and a glimmer returned to his eyes.
That was right.
If he had once found redemption despite his terrible sins, why couldn't he redeem Greedy Wolf?
Things were far from beyond repair. Why give up so easily?
Master Gu came to his senses. His hand stopped just above his forehead.
The moment Master Gu raised his hand to strike himself, the viewers watching on television cried out in alarm. When he suddenly stopped, their taut nerves finally eased.
Master Gu lowered his hands, clarity returning to his eyes.
Seeing the resolve and confidence in them again, Night Owl shook his head helplessly.
Only then did Master Gu realize he might have fallen under some kind of illusion.
The scenes from the past had been real, but what he had seen of the present and future in the illusion was not necessarily happening—or destined to happen.
Yet it had all felt so real. He could not tell that it was an illusion.
What a powerful illusion.
Master Gu could not help marveling at it.
His expression turned grave as he prepared for the fight to continue.
Just then, Night Owl waved a hand. "I'm done. I'm not fighting anymore."
Master Gu froze.
Night Owl's voice was calm. "I concede."
With that, he raised a hand to signal his withdrawal.
The viewers watching on television, along with the spectators watching through binoculars at the venue, all looked bewildered.
They realized that while the two men had stood motionless, some kind of perilous contest must have taken place.
But compared to Master Gu, who was drenched in sweat and had nearly killed himself, Night Owl had clearly been the one with the upper hand.
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