"Thank you, Master Su." Lin Mo cupped his hands, his face showing a bitter smile. Although he won this battle, he didn't feel well.
"Next match, Qian Zhimo versus Duanmu Jinglin!"
Su Yuanfan continued, his powerful voice echoing throughout the valley.
Such matters as Teng Yi would not affect the normal proceedings of the arena matches.
A graceful figure and a white shadow flew to the center of the arena. Now, the arena had been destroyed by Lin Mo and Teng Yi; the two could only stand in the air, facing each other from a distance.
"Master Su, I am not a match for Brother Duanmu. I admit defeat willingly; there's no need to fight on." Qian Zhimo looked back at Su Yuanfan, cupping her hands and speaking softly.
"Hmm? You want to admit defeat willingly?" Su Yuanfan frowned slightly, surprised that Qian Zhimo did not want to face Duanmu Jinglin.
