Xiao Feng's mangled right hand was raised up high and he mustered whatever little strength he had in him.
With a weak and soft voice, he said, "I… give up…."
Every word that came out from his mouth took up all that he had left in him.
Granduncle Xiong glanced over at Sima Yu.
Sima Yu frowned and stood up.
He raised both of his hands and shouted, "I declare the winner of this match to be Granduncle Xiong!"
Granduncle Xiong stopped his attack and the abacus shrunk back into its original size.
It flew back into Granduncle Xiong's hand and Granduncle Xiong felt the Spirit Qi being vacuumed out of his body in an instant.
Plop.
He dropped and sat onto the competition stage, too weak to stand up for even a little longer.
The Sima Family members quickly ran up to the competition stage and helped him up.
They pumped their fists into the air and gave out a victorious cheer.
"We did it!"
"The Sima Family has done it again."
"Our Artifacts are the best in the Da Qian Dynasty!"
