Master once said that until the very last moment, one mustn't admit defeat; and every wanderer of Jianghu must always have a trick up their sleeve, to escape when cornered or to deliver a killing blow to turn defeat into victory.
Yang Fan kept telling himself that he would not die on the arena, nor would he fall to a nobody like Tan Tianye.
He no longer paid attention to the cheering crowd, his mind devoid of distractions, hands tightly clasped, eyes shut, feeling the moment death was about to descend.
Yang Fan was about to die. As always, there was no suspense in the victory of the man who had set countless records—Tan Tianye.
