This strike turned the tide.
"Ye Family's Ye Wufeng wins!"
The female referee's beautiful eyes sparkled with surprise; she hadn't expected that in such a disadvantageous situation, someone from the Ye Family could still turn the tables and win. She hesitated for a few seconds before regaining her composure to announce the result of this battle.
"I concede." Ye Wufeng sheathed his sword and cupped his hands.
These words grated on Zhou Ji's ears, causing his face to flush red before he finally snorted coldly and left.
"Worthless." Sima Lin snorted coldly as he looked at Zhou Ji.
Hearing such words and feeling the gazes from others in the Martial Hall, Zhou Ji's face turned even redder, but when he thought about Sima Lin's status, he could only remain silent, lowering his head.
Su Mu took in this scene with his peripheral vision, nodding silently. This Sima Lin was indeed as described in the information he had gathered.
Spiteful, sharp-tongued...
