He smiled bitterly to himself. 'If I had foolishly refused to concede and insisted on fighting, I would have truly angered Yang Jing. The outcome would have been far more severe than just being shaken to the point of my blood churning.'
At this thought, Zhou Tong took a deep breath, wiped the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, and cupped his fists at the slowly approaching Yang Jing. His tone held a mix of resignation and relief. "I concede."
For the Inner Sect Disciples of the Xuanzhen Sect at the Inner Strength Level, this month's Cyan Qilin Battle was a rare opportunity.
Gao Yang and Xu Ziqiang, the two titans who had dominated the top two ranks for years, were absent. Every top Inner Strength disciple who had long been suppressed under their shadow was eager to seize this opportunity. Who wouldn't want to fight for a top-three position and claim more of the sect's resources?
But no one expected a dark horse like Yang Jing to come out of nowhere.
