Mu Xiongyi retreated two steps back and sat on the floor on his butt as cold sweat seeped from his forehead. If the previous spear’s direction had just been aimed a bit more forward, then his body would have an additional hole.
“I… I admit defeat.” Mu Xiongyi no longer had the will to do battle. His chest heaved up and down as he trembed with fear.
“Hehe, you let me win.” Ling Jie withdrew his sword. He was very pleased with himself.
“Heavenly Sword Villa’s Ling Jie wins, and will enter tomorrow’s Round of 16!