"Surrender." Kai said, his voice flat and bored.
The words were clear. The fight had been decided in seconds.
Chen Lu, his face twisted in pain and humiliation, managed to mumble one word through clenched teeth.
"I surrender…"
Immediately, Kai gave a nod. The invasive blood inside Chen Lu lost its active malevolence, becoming merely a foreign substance that the young man's body could expel or absorb.
The sharp pain diminished into a faint throbbing ache, and Chen Lu collapsed forward, gasping on the ground, defeated and intact, though the defeat would be deeply etched into him.
Kyrian kept a neutral expression, but inside him, a gear turned. Observing the techniques and the combat styles these disciples used.
Kai had used extreme speed and surgical precision. The style was direct and dirty, focused on ending the confrontation as quickly as possible with minimal effort. He was as dangerous as the other two previous winners.
