"Let go!" Zhao Huoshan roared, already somewhat genuinely angry.
The desperate struggle of Old Ox certainly made him feel respect, but that didn't mean he would back down and compromise.
"Unless... I lose consciousness... As long as my eyes are open, I will never give up!" Old Ox said intermittently.
Zhao Huoshan closed his eyes, knowing that saying more was useless at this moment. He exerted effort to break free from Old Ox's grip, then stepped on Old Ox's hand on his left shoulder.
"Ahhhhh!"
The heart-wrenching pain instantly brought Old Ox's blurred consciousness back. This stimulus instead pulled him back from the brink of fainting.
Miao Yueqian's eyes seemed to be spitting fire. He could no longer bear to watch. Even admitting defeat and handing over the championship was better than seeing Old Ox like this.
However, just as she was about to leave and request the competition be stopped, a hand grabbed her wrist.
The owner of this hand... was Xiao Feng...
