He looked at Li Yumang, feeling no pride, only a faint sense of understanding.
'The Dark Energy and Mingjin Realms are simply two different levels.'
He had deliberately held back just now, using only the basic forms of the Mountain-Shattering Fist and thirty percent of his Inner Strength. If he had gone all out, his opponent probably wouldn't have been able to withstand a single blow.
Li Mang clutched his chest, struggling to get up. After three or four attempts, he barely managed to get to his feet.
He gazed at Yang Jing, his eyes holding no resentment. He was thoroughly convinced of his defeat, knowing his opponent had held back. Otherwise, even if he hadn't been knocked unconscious, he likely wouldn't be able to stand.
'That Dark Energy was so dense and heavy... I couldn't possibly have blocked it. This was a fair loss.'
The arena fell silent, the only sounds being Li Mang's heavy breathing and the faint gasps of surprise from the crowd below.
