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Xin Yi and Chen Luojun rushed onto the ring almost simultaneously.

The two men supported Tornado's arms from both sides, carefully trying to help him up.

Tornado's body was frighteningly light; they could feel her prominent shoulder blades even through her clothes. Both of them felt a pang of sadness at the same time.

"Boss, let's go down and find a doctor."

Xin Yi's voice sounded a little strained.

Tornado waved his hand, signaling them not to move.

He took a deep breath, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes were still fixed on Feng Yuxiu, who was standing opposite him.

"Feng Yuxiu".

His words immediately silenced the entire room.

Hundreds of people held their breath, wanting to hear what the former overlord of the walled city would say in the end.

"With your martial arts skills, as long as a Grandmaster of Transformation Realm doesn't appear, no one in Hong Kong will be your match."

"After tonight's battle, I, Tornado, hereby acknowledge you as the strongest martial artist in Hong Kong!"

These words caused an uproar.

The hundreds of spectators were stunned for a moment, then burst into deafening cheers and applause.

Those江湖汉人 (jianghu men) stood up straight, clapping enthusiastically, their faces flushed red.

Some people were shouting Feng Yuxiu's name, while others were shouting "tornado."

"Feng Yuxiu! Feng Yuxiu! Feng Yuxiu!"

The situation briefly spiraled out of control.

They have just witnessed a real showdown of the best, and now they are witnessing the coronation of a generational shift.

Two kings from different eras passed the torch on this stage.

Such a scene might not occur even once in decades in the martial arts world.

Feng Yuxiu stood there quietly, his expression remaining calm.

Upon hearing Tornado's words, he lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and gave Tornado a solemn martial arts greeting.

He neither declined nor showed any modesty.

Those who practice martial arts understand that this title of "strongest" is not bestowed upon him by others, but earned through a desperate battle with the tornado.

He can afford it.

"I disagree!"

Just as the whole audience was cheering, a discordant voice broke out.

All eyes swept over in a flash.

With a livid face, Di Qiu shook off his underlings' attempts to stop him and strode toward the arena.

He moved faster and faster, and in the last few steps he leaped up, bracing himself with his hands on the edge of the ring, and flipped himself up.

"Feng Yuxiu!"

Di Qiu stood still, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins bulged.

He pointed at Feng Yuxiu, his voice high-pitched and carrying a kind of madness that had been suppressed for too long.

"If Tornado can't beat you, I'll fight you!"

"I'm going to risk my life against you!"

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

"I won! I'm taking Chen Luojun's life!"

"If you win, my life is yours!"

Di Qiu's voice echoed throughout the martial arts hall, leaving everyone astonished.

Feng Yuxiu frowned deeply.

Before he could even speak, Tornado beside him had already straightened up and blocked his way.

"Ah Qiu".

Tornado's voice was incredibly hoarse at that moment.

"That's just how the rules of the game are."

"A loss is a loss; there's no going back."

"We are veterans in the martial arts world; we must be able to take things on and let them go."

"Can you let go?"

Di Qiu suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot.

"Ah Long, how can I let go?"

"To avenge my wife and children, I have been hunting down the descendants of this scoundrel for over twenty years."

"More than twenty years!"

"More than twenty years!"

"He's standing right in front of me now, and all I can do is watch him walk away?"

His chest heaved violently, and his voice trembled.

"Even Ah Hu can't beat Gao Jin."

"Fine, we admit we're not as skilled."

"But I'm not reconciled! I hate it!"

"I am extremely dissatisfied with this outcome!"

"You disagree?"

Do you think you're the only pitiful person in the world?

A deep, magnetic male voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Di Qiu's roar.

All eyes turned to the direction from which the sound came.

Lin Bei and Liang Kun were slowly walking down the stairs.

Lin Bei walked ahead, his hands in his pockets, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Liang Kun followed behind him, a half-smoked cigar dangling from his mouth, a mocking smile on his face.

Wang Jianjun and several burly men followed behind them, protecting them throughout the entire process.

Lin Bei walked to the edge of the arena, looked up at Di Qiu on the stage, and spoke with disdain.

"Di Qiu, the promise you made to me before the competition was being watched by hundreds of eyes."

"How did we agree on this beforehand?"

"Best of three, I accept the loss."

"What? Now that you've lost, you want to back out? Do you really think this is a playground for children?"

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over Di Qiu before scanning the surrounding audience.

"Then what about tonight's game?"

"What do you take all these audience members here, and the hundreds of thousands or even millions of viewers watching on TV, for?"

"Do you really want to play the role of manipulating everyone?"

Lin Bei's words were watertight; he first pinned the blame on Di Qiu, then placed him on the moral high ground.

Those present, upon hearing this, instinctively agreed with Lin Bei's statement, and their gazes toward Di Qiu were filled with disdain.

"you……"

Di Qiu was so angry that his lips turned white, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

He turned to look around, his eyes filled with mocking and disgusted gazes.

Those who had just sympathized with his plight now felt that he was a sore loser and was being unreasonable.

"Brother Qiu!"

Tiger's voice came from below the stage.

Twelfth Master helped him, and he limped to the edge of the arena.

Tiger was seriously injured, and most of his weight was on Twelve Young Master.

He looked up at Di Qiu on the stage.

"Forget it."

His voice carried a weariness that came after relief.

"A loss is a loss; why make things difficult for a group of younger people?"

"People our age have to accept their fate sooner or later."

After Tiger finished speaking, he turned his head and looked over the crowd, landing on Chen Luojun.

"Chen Luojun".

Chen Luojun instinctively straightened up.

"Tonight, it was my fault for losing the game because I was simply outmatched. I don't blame anyone else."

"From this day forward, all grudges and debts between us are settled, and we shall have no further connection."

Tiger's voice wasn't loud, but it carried steadily and clearly throughout the entire venue.

After he finished speaking, it was as if he had unloaded a heavy burden that he had carried for decades, and his whole expression relaxed a bit.

"Twelfth Master, let's go."

"Yes, Brother Tiger."

Twelfth Young Master helped Tiger Master walk out step by step.

Tiger's back was somewhat hunched, and he walked very slowly, but his imposing manner was no less than when he arrived.

The crowd parted automatically to make way for them, and no one disturbed them; they simply watched them leave.

clap clap clap!

Lin Bei was the first to applaud.

Once, twice.

Immediately afterwards, the Hung Hing underlings also started clapping.

Then, applause erupted throughout the hall.

This applause is for Tiger, and also for the end of an era.

That's how people are. When they see a once-powerful underworld figure truly back down and accept his fate, their resentment fades, leaving only a sigh.

Di Qiu stood frozen on the stage, at a loss for what to do.

Tornado has publicly apologized to him, and Tiger has put aside his hatred and turned to leave. Now he doesn't even have a single person who can fight him.

He was left all alone in the center of the ring, stared at by hundreds of eyes in the arena.