"Cough cough...cough cough cough!"
Liu Xinjun coughed violently several times, the blood he spat out was mixed with bits of his internal organs.
He looked at Gu Yuan, whose face was calm with a slight smile, and then looked at the other fellow disciples who were in a daze and disbelief, and smiled bitterly:
"This time, I've lost. I, Liu Xinjun, concede willingly."
He had used all his means, both proper and improper, yet he still suffered a miserable defeat at Gu Yuan's hands. He had no choice but to accept it.
Although unwilling, he couldn't go back on his word in front of so many people.
As for whether Gu Yuan's strikes were too heavy... Liu Xinjun hadn't even thought about it.
Because he himself hadn't held back just now.
If Gu Yuan hadn't had superior skills, he might already be a dead man.
He was alive now only because Gu Yuan had shown mercy.
"No wonder Uncle Master He Ling insists on taking Gu Junior Brother as a disciple..."
Sha Luosheng's heart was in turmoil.
