"Long live the king!"
"..."
An explanation was necessary here: after Zuo Xiaoduo won several matches in a row, he acquired a brand-new nickname online: the Sword King!
Taken at face value, the name certainly sounded imposing.
Of course, it had started out as the "Crotch-Kicking King," but many people thought that was indecent, so they changed it to the "Bastard King." Then someone suggested that the name they gave their king should not be so blunt...
And so, in the end, it became the Sword King!
Zuo Xiaoduo had only just taken his position when Pi Yibao walked out from the other side, his face all scrunched up, and delivered one crisp, decisive sentence.
"I concede!"
The Sword King, who was busy striking a pose, nearly sputtered!
This is the final, brother! How can you just concede like that?
Are you kidding me?!
Little did he know that after his match against Lan Bingrui, Shuicheng First High School had reached a consensus: apart from Zhou Yunqing, anyone who faced Zuo Xiaoduo was to concede immediately.
That would spare them a savage beating, not to mention an utterly humiliating defeat that might even affect their Martial Dao resolve. The loss would outweigh any gain.
Besides, fighting Zuo Xiaoduo was simply too dangerous.
People who did not understand the situation could still enjoy the spectacle, but they were all experts. What spectacle was there for them to enjoy?
With the Flame Sun True Scripture Zuo Xiaoduo had displayed at the end alone, he could turn someone into a roast suckling pig with a single palm strike!
What was the point of fighting?
"Fourth match, Phoenix City Second High School wins!"
As things stood, Phoenix City Second High School...
With two wins and two draws, Second High School held an absolute advantage.