Zheng Jin was completely silent as Fen Lunzi smiled regrettably at him. His opponent's image was that of a defeated one—completely covered in dirt and blood that accumulated in their intense exchanges.
Zheng Jin, on the other hand, was in a much better condition. With only a few scratches, a partially ripped robe, and one particularly long gash running from his forearm to his wrist—it was already clear to the crowd that he was the apparent winner.
"You...held back. I...felt it." Fen Lunzi muttered weakly. As the result of his spirit energy being depleted to near-nothingness, he was now wobbling unsteadily—teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.
Zheng Jin smiled. "It was a great fight, Brother Fen. Thank you."
He bowed and clasped his hands, showing his respects to Fen Lunzi's will to
