Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
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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!"