I yield..."

Qie Xieling jumped off the platform and glanced at Zhang Hua, who was being helped up. He had nothing to say to this person. He just walked past him without a word. Zhang Hua felt so humiliated but he couldn't do anything about it right now. He just clenched his fist before angrily walking out of the arena. He had already been disqualified so what was the point of staying here to be laughed at? 

Qie Xieling sat down waiting for this round to finish. He took out some medicinal powder and silk gauze. He grabbed his sleeve and tore it with great strength to get to the wound. 

Bi Yize reached out to help him but Qie Xieling glared at him his attitude clear. Bi Yize could only retract his hand and watch Qie Xieling dress his wound.