"You lost."
Uchiha Hikaru looked at Yan Xi's bedraggled state. It was rather pitiful, but a loss was a loss—an unchangeable fact.
Accepting that fact was the best course of action. If someone did not even dare accept defeat, they truly would not get very far. Yan Xi was now filled with immense resentment because of her loss.
"Hmph."
Yan Xi glanced at him and silently stepped down from the arena. The determination on her face remained, but her sharp edge had been suppressed until it lost its luster. Yan Xi now looked as though she had found a kind of release after suffering a severe blow.
"That battle was utterly spectacular! Have you all felt the true essence of the World Martial Arts Tournament? Becoming strong is the key to achieving a good ranking!"
"Contestant Yan Xi had easily defeated several opponents before this, yet she lost when she faced the powerful Uchiha Hikaru. What does that tell us?"
Master Roshi's voice was incredibly loud, making everyone around him want to cover their ears. Of course, that was only a passing thought.
The contestants also watched the battle with bewildered expressions. They were more focused on the exceptionally powerful techniques and martial skills displayed during the fight.
Only by learning every contestant's abilities could they increase their chances of victory by several levels and gain capabilities ordinary people could not speak of, even if such abilities were difficult to attain.
"It's such a shame Yan Xi lost. If I had fought her, I definitely would have shown some tenderness toward a beauty and let her go."
The male contestants beneath the arena all felt it was a pity that Yan Xi had lost, chattering on and on. The female contestants, meanwhile, could only sneer. After all, Yan Xi's beauty