"Surrender."
The arena fell silent.
Then—
"WHAT!?"
"She can still fight!"
"Right! Just use another weapon!"
The disciples roared in disbelief, their faces twisted in confusion.
It made no sense.
Huo Lingxue wasn't injured. She had more weapons. She was still stronger.
Yet, she had chosen to forfeit.
Above them, Zhao Tianxuan let out a deep sigh, as if he had just escaped death himself.
He had been clenching his fists so tightly that his palms bled.
This match had been a nightmare to watch.
But he understood.
Huo Lingxue was already over a hundred years old. Late Fusion Realm or not, her talent was nothing compared to Su Xiaobai's.
Stronger now? Yes.
But ten years from now?
Who knew?
And so, Zhao Tianxuan accepted the result.
Still—
His eyes narrowed.
"What did he say to her?"
Right before her daggers shattered, Su Xiaobai had whispered something.
And in that moment—Huo Lingxue changed her mind.
