After Xing Fang finished speaking, he let out a soft breath. Not long ago, You Ming, just like before, was very disdainful of him. But now, the one defeated was not Xing Fang, but the one who belittled him: You Ming.
Looking down, at this moment, You Ming was no longer proud. He wore an expression of disbelief, as if doubting himself, questioning how he could have lost to someone he deemed inferior.
Seeing this scene, the breath Xing Fang had been holding in dissipated, and his mood greatly improved. His mind was now clear and unburdened.
The matters that followed were no longer important, and Xing Fang knew well that he could not intervene in the battle between the other two.
That was a world belonging to monsters. Rather than suffering a blow, it was better to let the two monsters fight it out on their own.
Xing Fang understood this very clearly.
"For the remaining two matches, I, Xing Fang, concede defeat."
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