Clang!
The copper gong rang out, deafening all who heard it.
"We admit defeat!" Pang Qinghe's voice, mingled with the piercing sound of the gong, rolled into everyone's ears.
Nearby, Yu Dun, Lu Gang, and Xu Zishuai relaxed, leaning back against the pillars once more.
They'd just assumed Pang Qinghe was going to throw a fit over losing and cause trouble.
Inside the Martial Hall, cheers erupted like a tsunami, contrasting with the gloomy faces of Pang Qinghe's disciples.
They knew that Ke Zhuang was their only hope of victory—their greatest chance.
Though it seemed as if they only lost one match, in reality, it was a total defeat.
"Brother Shui is awesome! My Senior Brother Liang is unmatched in the world!" Li Libo and Chen Jiechang rushed forward, handing over a new robe, which Liang Qu donned nonchalantly.