"The Sun Family's Iron Armor fighters all concede this round."
A moment later, on the Zhou Family's side, Bai Yunfei was itching to take the stage, only for Xuanyuan Xueluo's voice conceding defeat to ring out from the opposite end of the arena.
An uproar swept through the crowd around the arena once more.
Both sides had conceded in succession, leaving the spectators scratching their heads.
Those on the Zhou Family's side were equally baffled.
"Lord Left Guardian, just what medicine is the Sun Family selling in their gourd?"
The Zhou Family's eldest young master, Zhou Liang, looked worriedly at the red-robed Left Guardian.
Although the Sun Family had conceded, even someone thinking with their toes could guess that they were plotting something.
"What else could they be selling?"
The red-robed Left Guardian, who was none other than Devil Master Tianxing, slowly rose to his feet.
Three black-robed heretical cultivators stood up with him.
"They have naturally seen through our intentions as well and want to settle things with us directly in the final round."
Devil Master Tianxing's lips curved slightly as he spoke.
As he said this, his gaze turned once more toward Xu Taiping, far across the arena.
His gaze made it clear that he had long since considered the possibility that Xu Taiping would forfeit the previous round.
"Just as well. That way, when we fight in a moment, no one can take advantage."
Bai Yunfei nodded too, his eyes brimming with confidence.
"Since both of you are so confident, I can rest easy."
At this, Zhou Liang immediately spoke to the two of them with a face full of smiles.
As long as they won, he cared about nothing else.
"Will the Sun Family and Zhou Family each send nine Iron Armor fighters onto the stage