Xuanyin Taoist had dedicated his life to bravery and diligent progress, always striving for the day he could own a ley line.
He had encountered many opponents, but he had never met someone as young and terrifyingly powerful as Lin Xing.
And the thought that his defeat had once again distanced him from his goal of acquiring a ley line made him sigh uncontrollably.
Xuanyin Taoist said to Lin Xing, "I've exerted my full strength, yet I'm still no match for you. I've lost this game."
Having said that, he packed up the scene in front of him and turned to walk out of the Demonstration Martial Arts Arena.
Lin Xing didn't expect the opponent to concede so straightforwardly.
He watched Xuanyin Taoist, who was filled with an air of dejection, and thought to himself, "Looking at Xuanyin Taoist's demeanor, he obviously places great importance on the victory of this martial arts competition. Was he instructed by someone to ensure my elimination?"
