When Zhou Run's hoarse declaration, "I concede," echoed throughout the arena via the amplification Array, and the referee system's cold, electronic voice announced the final victor, the entire stadium—after a brief, suffocating silence—was completely drowned in a tidal wave of cheers.
Qin Feng's name swept through every inch of the space like a tempest.
Cries of "monster" echoed to the heavens.
Yet, the man at the center of the storm, Qin Feng himself, appeared exceptionally calm.
Under the gazes of the entire crowd, he gave a slight nod toward the edge of the ring, where Zhou Run was being lifted onto a stretcher by medical robots. It was a gesture of respect.
It was both the victor's respect for the vanquished and an acknowledgment of a worthy opponent.
Then, under the countless gazes of the crowd—a mixture of awe, adoration, and shock—he turned and walked off the final battle platform, a stage that now shone brightly for him alone.
