"Oh my god, what's going on? Why did Jiang Yaoyue concede too?"
"Impossible! How could the battle fanatic give up?"
"I must be seeing things."
The surrounding spectators were abuzz; no one had expected Jiang Yaoyue to concede.
Fang Zhou didn't mind. His goal was to occupy the main dueling position and prevent anyone with a shot at first place from actually claiming it. With his current point advantage, as long as he could maintain this lead, his top rank at Sea City Military Academy would be unshakable.
The next challenger was Mo Zishu, whom Fang Zhou had just instantly defeated. Having already revived and returned, Mo Zishu, the No.1 Seed from Celestial City Military Academy, said gloomily, "No need to teleport. I concede."
Then, Fang Zhou once again entered a fifteen-second countdown.
"What the hell? Why are all these top dogs conceding?"
"This feels a bit fake. Where's the fighting spirit?"
"Give me a break! Did you not see Fang Zhou battling against the masses earlier?"
