The student stood slightly hunched on the stage. His clothes were torn to shreds, the once blue fabric now stained black with blood.
Every inch of his skin bore visible marks, as if someone had repeatedly stabbed him with a blade. Yet, even under such circumstances, the young man steadfastly stared at Rong Xing, an unyielding determination glimmering in his eyes.
Below him, the stage was gradually turning into a crimson sea, blood dripping off his battered body. But even so, the young man clenched his fists and charged once more toward the unharmed Rong Xing.
So far, every match Rong Xing had participated in ended with her opponents forfeiting, allowing her to secure victory. These forfeits occurred for various reasons: some sought to curry favor with her, others were unwilling to offend the City Lord's only daughter, and many simply yielded to the overwhelming disparity in strength.
