The black mist filling the sky slowly dispersed, revealing Yun Ming's figure once more in the clearing.
Yun Ming had lost his earlier composure. His hair was disheveled, his expression ugly.
The entire arena was silent. Yun Ming lowered his head to look at the destructive Soul Power lingering in his palm, his heart turning cold as he fell silent.
He understood the terrifying power of that last strike better than anyone.
He had withstood it, but he had also lost.
The reason he had withstood it was simple: sheer numerical superiority. His Quasi-God-level physical strength was not something Xiao Chen's self-detonation could shake.
But that was also why he had lost.
He had not endured that devastating self-detonation with anything resembling the physical strength a Soul King should possess.
Had his body been reduced to a Soul King's strength-even that of a top-tier Soul King-taking that self-detonation head-on would have left no need to continue the fight. Surviving alone would have been a stroke of luck.
He had intended to teach Xiao Chen a lesson, only to take a massive shit on himself instead.
Ugh, how humiliating.
There was no longer any uncertainty about the outcome of this battle.
He had lost.
If he continued fighting by relying on his physique, he would no longer be guiding a junior, but bullying the young with his seniority.
He could not afford that humiliation, nor would he ever do something that gave others grounds to criticize him.
After a long while, Yun Ming silently withdrew the Qingtian Divine Spear in his hand.
Yun Ming gave a soft sigh, carrying helplessness and acceptance, his voice resounding across the clearing. "I lost."
Yun Ming's concession caused quite a stir. Gu Yue and Na'er, who had been watching quietly nearby, both froze, their faces