Chapter 51: Surrender

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Liu Jin has surrendered.

His words travel no further than a few feet away, yet those who hear them feel as if the world has stopped. That is how unexpected Liu Jin’s words are. Even Cui Tian stares at Liu Jin in stunned shock. He cannot believe what he just heard!

Certainly, Cui Tian told Liu Jin to surrender. As someone in the First Level of the Nascent Realm, it was only natural for him to do so. Even someone in the Ninth Level of the Inner Realm would lose against someone like Cui Tian, and Liu Jin is merely in the Seventh Level of the Inner Realm. The difference between Cultivation Realms is that significant.

However, Cui Tian never once expected Liu Jin to actually surrender!

Those who participate in the tournament are not just representing themselves. They have to worry not just about their own reputation but also about the reputation of their respective factions. That is why they cannot allow themselves to act shamelessly. Such actions would reflect poorly on their Sects and Clans.

As someone who is representing the Xiao Sect, the burden on Liu Jin’s back is heavier than most, especially because he is Xiao Zheng’s son-in-law. The pressure on him is such that it should be unthinkable for him to ever surrender, much less do so during the first fight of the tournament.

Had Liu Jin surrendered after participating in several matches, it might be deemed acceptable.

However, this was his first match! Liu Jin surrendered before a single blow was thrown, and he did so against a fighter from a relatively new faction! No matter how one looks at it, Liu Jin has made a horrible first impression!

Indeed, once the initial shock fades, the gazes of those looking at Liu Jin cool down with disdain. In an instant, their opinion of him lowers even further than it was before.

Liu Jin of the Xiao Sect is a coward.

That is what all the people of Group 27 decide at that moment.

Liu Jin does not care. He calmly walks out of the ring with his head held high, ignoring all the eyes on him. Cui Tian takes a while longer to move, still stunned by his sudden victory. Eventually, new fighters are called and a new fight begins.

Just like that, the first fight of the Eastern Port City Tournament is over.

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Liu Jin tries his hardest to focus on the fight taking place in the ring. However, Cui Tian’s keen gaze on his back makes it hard to do so. It is intense enough to make the young child want to sigh.

Shouldn’t a guy who looks and acts like that be all brawn and no brains?

Liu Jin expected him to grow arrogant after winning. Instead, it seems victory has made Cui Tian cautious. While everyone else has dismissed Liu Jin as a coward, Cui Tian keeps looking at him as a puzzle he is still trying to make sense of.

Liu Jin frowns.

Perhaps, he should have acted scared?

The thought is a distasteful one to him. While Liu Jin does not particularly care about matters of face, the idea of humiliating himself is not one that appeals to him. Besides, acting scared would probably earn him a lot of trouble. He can already imagine Xiao Fang’s face when he learns he gave up the first match.

He’s going to get an earful for sure.

“Liu Jin of the Xiao Sect vs. Wan Rong of the Wan Clan!”

Liu Jin steps into the ring when his name is called. The first round of fights is already over. The name of his opponent is one he recognizes from the files. Wan Rong belongs to a cadet branch of the Wan Clan, a moderately wealthy clan that is subordinate to the Yun Sect.

Their eldest son, Wan Shun, is a Core Disciple of the Yun Sect.

“Ah, what luck! What luck!” Wan Rong looks at Liu Jin with a broad smile on his face. “It is an honor to face someone from the honored Xiao Sect! Still, even if you are from the Xiao Sect, you must understand that someone as young as you isn’t this Wan Rong’s opponent!”

Liu Jin says nothing. He merely adopts a fighting stance.

“Come now, this senior brother is trying to give you advice,” Wan Rong prods further. “Surely, you can feel the difference between our respective levels. If you are smart, you should give up.”

Wan Rong flares his Qi as he speaks, letting it blanket the ring. The gesture is pointless. Liu Jin knew his level before the match was announced.

Inner Realm, Level Eight.

To think someone would act so superior due to a difference of just one level of cultivation. Had he made such a poor impression that Wan Rong thought that’d be enough to intimidate him?

“Hey! Is the Xiao Sect so rude they will not address someone older when spoken to.”

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Liu Jin says nothing once more. This time he does it to deliberately annoy Wan Rong. Sure enough, a vein throbs on the teen’s forehead. His powerful muscles bulge as he prepares for combat. While not as big as Cui Tian, Wan Rong’s body is still far larger than Liu Jin’s.

“I see. Very well, this senior brother will be sure to give you proper guidance!”

“Begin!”

Wan Rong wastes no time charging in.

If Liu Jin has to compare him to the bandits he fought in New Moon Town, then Wan Rong is undoubtedly superior in strength, speed, and technique. If he has to compare Wan Rong to the commanders of the Black Bear Group, then his strength and speed are about the same, but his technique is on an entirely different level. If he has to compare him to Xiao Fang, then…

Then there is absolutely no point of comparison.

Liu Jin nimbly moves to the side using a minimal amount of movements. To those watching, it looks like he barely dodges. Wan Rong grins, emboldened by feelings of superiority. He ups the speed of his attacks, multiple furious blows aimed at Liu Jin.

Liu Jin keeps dodging.

Each blow only barely misses him. Sometimes by an inch. Sometimes by even less than that.

The feeling of being so close to his target only to fail slowly starts wearing on Wan Rong. Frustration becomes plain to see on his face. His movements grow wilder as he gradually puts more and more power into them. Thoughts of pacing himself to have enough energy left for the other matches are abandoned in his haste.

When his frustration is at its maximum, an opening appears.