"The Saint Child's bloodline is unparalleled; continuing to fight is meaningless. Let's consider this battle a draw,"
Even after another hit that staggered Zhu Yan, Wang Chan did not pursue his victory. Instead, he gracefully retreated, performed an ancient courtesy, and unilaterally declared the end of the contest.
Wang Tu, with anger flashing in his eyes, let out a low growl, wanting to loudly curse that there's no such thing as a draw.
But seeing Wang Chan ready to fight another round at any moment, empowered by the Dunjia attached to his body and standing in an unsteady posture that wasn't too rigid, he could only disperse his bloodline's power angrily and, grinning through gritted teeth, gave a fist and palm salute to the former Dao Child.
Wang Chan, receiving the acknowledgment, dispersed the Nine Secrets spell and turned to walk back to his seat.
