The boy's charm was not limited to his skills and strength, it also lay in his tenacity that persisted throughout the battle.
At that moment, Qing Chen stood like a ferocious beast, not far from Miao Qifeng.
He knew his opponent still possessed the ability to counter-attack, perhaps even risking their life.
Miao Qifeng did not wail; with cold sweat on his forehead, he slowly got up, propping himself against the wire mesh, his right leg hanging useless on the ground, the knee visibly shattered.
Looking at Qing Chen covered in wounds, Miao Qifeng gave a bitter laugh, "You're more patient than I am. I attacked so many times, but none were as deadly as this strike."
Qing Chen didn't say a word.
"How did you know I had previously injured my right leg?" asked Miao Qifeng.
Qing Chen still remained silent, because there was no need for idle talk inside the Octagon cage.
"I concede," Miao Qifeng shouted, "I concede! I will leave the ring forever, never to return. Spare my life!"