"Wait... wait."
Heavy panting sounded behind the referee. When everyone turned to look, they saw Tang Liuyun kneeling on the ground with one hand braced against it, gasping violently.
His unnaturally bent left arm hung at his side, while beads of sweat rolled down his face and splashed onto the ground...
After struggling several times without being able to rise, he actually forced himself to his feet through sheer willpower and conviction.
His body swayed, but Tang Liuyun ultimately steadied himself.
At this moment, everyone could clearly see Tang Liuyun's injuries. His left arm was likely ruined.
His shoulder socket had taken a crushing blow from his opponent's gloved fist.
The Dingchuan Academy spectators' section fell silent. Many girls covered their mouths, afraid they would burst into tears.
Meanwhile, at Dingchuan Academy on Landu Star, tens of thousands of students watched the light screen in silence, their eyes reddening.
"I haven't... admitted defeat... How can you declare it?"
Tang Liuyun had the frailest build among the Five Heavenly Kings of the Fighting Club, and he was also the one who appeared least often at the academy.
But at this moment, every Dingchuan student watching would remember his figure.
In the students' hearts, he stood incomparably tall.
The referee halted, looking at Tang Liuyun skeptically. Clearly, he wanted confirmation that this was truly the contestant's wish.
Facing the referee's questioning gaze, Tang Liuyun nodded heavily. His right hand trembled as he placed the dagger in his mouth and clenched it tightly between his teeth, then stabbed two fingers into his left shoulder several times like lightning.
"A combat secret art... forcibly blocking neural pain, forcibly stopping the bleeding... He's..."
Bach muttered to himself. Then his eyes abruptly sharpened. He strode forward and shouted toward the stage, "Tang Liuyun! Withdraw!"
By then,