The Observatory Masters from all the Daoist Temples below were watching the commotion with glee, each offering their opinions, continuously pressuring Liu Feng and mocking Zhang Xiaohua.
Hearing the crowd's jeering and seeing Liu Feng's flushed face, Zhang Xiaohua finally couldn't hold it anymore: "Senior Brother, please stop! Martial arts competition is a fair contest, Wang is certainly not a sore loser. This bout was won by Nephew Zhang Chen, so please say no more, lest we all lose face."
Zhang Xiaohua's voice was firm and decisive as he addressed Liu Feng, then he turned to Zhang Chen: "Nephew, you indeed have great skills. I truly underestimated you before. This time you have won, you're the first in the competition, I admit my loss."
After speaking, Zhang Xiaohua strode off the platform without hesitation, leaving Liu Feng and Zhang Chen standing on the stage.
