Murong Yuan struggled to hold himself upright.
He shook his head slightly, "No more fighting, I admit defeat."
He was forthright, without the slightest hesitation, and conceded directly.
He didn't erupt into a foul-mouthed rage out of embarrassment either.
A'niu saw a bit of admiration in his eyes.
Now that's a man!
He extended his hand to pull Murong Yuan up and helped him to sit down at the side.
Figuiring to take the opportunity to heal Murong Yuan's injuries.
But Murong Yuan raised his hand in refusal, "No trouble, I can do it myself."
Anyone who can cultivate to this level today, which one doesn't know simple medical skills?
In outdoor survival training, these skills are the basic life-saving tricks.
Besides, after losing a fight, to have the opponent set your bones, wouldn't that be a blow to your own dignity?
Watching Murong Yuan leave, holding his chest.
A'jiu couldn't sit still either, A'niu's prowess was so formidable.
It was beyond her expectations.