Blake Snyder swallowed his saliva, clearly feeling that the beads of sweat on his face were evaporated by the horrifying fist wind.
"What a terrifying punch..." Blake's body went limp, almost falling to the ground.
He had no doubt that if this punch landed on his body, even if it didn't kill him, it would shatter his bones!
"I lost." At this moment, I voluntarily conceded defeat and walked off the stage.
The audience was in an uproar. We were evenly matched just moments ago, so why did I suddenly concede?
Most of the spectators on the scene did not understand martial arts, so they were not sure who won or lost between the two.
The host coughed, announcing, "Since I have admitted defeat, this year's champion belongs to..."
"Wait!"
Just as the host was about to announce the result, Blake Snyder suddenly shouted.
He rushed to the stage, grabbed the microphone and said coldly, "I am the one who lost. Tyler, thank you for showing mercy, and thank you for your guidance."
