"SPURT—"
Zhou Run's body jolted violently as if struck by lightning.
A sickening series of cracks echoed from the bones in his arms as they were instantly shattered!
His entire body was flung backward, tracing a painful arc through the air before crashing hard against the edge of the arena—against the invisible Energy Shield—and sliding limply to the ground.
He struggled, trying to get up.
But his broken arms could no longer support his body.
Blood gushed from his mouth and nose.
He raised his head to look at the figure who was slowly retracting his Long Spear, his aura as calm and steady as ever—a figure like a god or a demon.
His eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of… relieved liberation.
In the end, all these emotions melted into a deep bitterness.
He had lost.
It was a complete and utter defeat.
"I… concede."
The two words were forced from Zhou Run's blood-filled mouth.
His voice was hoarse, yet it carried clearly throughout the silent arena.
