Hong Yi looked at Huang Xiao with deep concern and said, "Brother Huang, don't push yourself. If you really can't beat him, you'd be better off conceding."
He was extremely wary of Xu Wuyu. Both his identity and his strength forced him to worry for Huang Xiao. If Huang Xiao fell victim to Xu Wuyu's deadly hands because of him, he would never know peace for the rest of his life.
"Brother Hong, don't worry. It hasn't even started, and you're already beating the retreat. That won't do," Huang Xiao said.
"Well said." Xu Wuyu smiled faintly. "I must give you a word of praise first. However, you'd better prepare yourself this time. I never show my opponents mercy. There is no such thing as conceding."
"A fight to the death?" Huang Xiao asked.
"Exactly. Even if you fall off the arena, I will still take your life. If you're afraid, you can choose to give up now," Xu Wuyu said with a cold laugh.
"Young Master Xu, although injuries and deaths are sometimes unavoidable during a match, contestants may still concede. Besides, falling out of bounds counts as a loss. There's no need to strike a killing blow afterward," Elder Yi Heng said.
"Elder Yi, this is a personal grudge between this brat and me. It hardly violates your Beggar Gang's rules. All that matters is that we determine a winner. Once one of us dies, the survivor will naturally be the winner," Xu Wuyu said.
"Indeed. I was about to suggest the same thing, but you spoke first. Very well, today I'll settle the score for your pursuit of me back then as well," Huang Xiao said. "Elder Yi, consider this an agreement between the two of us."
"Grudges should be untied, not knotted tighter. Peace is still