Xuan Hai was defeated.

After burning his life and overdrawing his strength to make the strongest attack, but being easily broken by Yan Buqi, he completely lost his will to fight.

On the one hand, his body could no longer bear it and he was seriously injured and exhausted.

On the other hand, he was afraid of Yan Buqi's unfathomable.

Although the opponent was young, his cultivation was ten times stronger than his.

Even if he used all his skills, he could not do anything to the opponent.

It was a feeling of unattainable despair.

Not to mention that he had no fighting power now, even in his prime, he had no confidence to fight anymore.

"Player No. 5 admits defeat, player No. 19 wins!"

After hearing Xuan Hai's words, the referee quickly announced the final result.

The whole scene was wailing.

There were also many curses and insults.

"Damn it! What a rubbish ascetic monk? He can't even handle a pretty boy, what a disgrace!"

"Master Xuan Hai? I think he's nothing! Just a name, no skills, rubbish!"

"Fuck you! You made me lose everything! Why don't you just die!"

"..."

Some gamblers who lost their bets were filled with righteous indignation and kept cursing.

They thought Xuan Hai could easily win, so they all bet heavily, and some even bet their entire fortunes, planning to take this opportunity to make a comeback.

At the beginning, the situation was pretty good.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Hai became weaker and weaker as the fight went on. In the end, he not only didn't hurt his opponent at all, but also exhausted himself. JrNovels.com