Dragging a serious injury to stand up, just to say a word of surrender?
People with eyesight could see that Caesar was on the verge of collapse, and his internal and external injuries were very serious. Even people without eyesight could see that Caesar was seriously injured, as if he would fall down in the next second.
Seeing that Caesar had no intention to fight and said the words of surrender, the referee immediately announced that Law won the game.
When the referee announced it, the voice of the commentator girl congratulating Law on his victory spread throughout the venue. In an instant, the whole venue made a burst of noise that almost lifted the ceiling.
Tenth victory! This means that Law got the ticket to challenge the floor master with a winning record.
All the eyes in the venue fell on Law. This is the treatment of the winner, and the loser can only silently withdraw from the stage.
Caesar slowly restrained his strange smile, then ignored the medical staff who were coming to him, dragged his seriously injured body, turned and walked to the exit passage.
That last punch was filled with killing intent that went straight to the heart.
Xi Suo knew very well that Luo Na's last punch was a genuine attempt to kill him, but he had barely withstood it.
It's a pity, isn't it?
Caesar's eyes were calm, and there was no trace of emotion that a loser should have.
Every step toward the exit passage was quite laborious, every cell in his body was whining, and the severe pain was everywhere, constantly stimulating the nerves.
Caesar endured such pain, and his face was flat. He had been staring at the passage not far away. He had to go there before he could step into the real safe zone.
All the eyes in the venue were focused on Law, and no one paid attention to Caesar. Only the two staff members carrying the stretcher and Law watched Caesar's back as he gradually walked toward the passage.
Law stood on the ring and watched quietly, while the two staff members chased after Caesar. Their obligation was to send the defeated wounded for treatment as soon as possible.
"Wait a minute."
Law silently watched Caesar's back as he was about to enter the passage, suppressing the urge to chase after him.
The length of each passageway was not short. Given Caesar's injuries, it would take him at least ten minutes to walk out of the passageway. However, with the interference of the two staff members, it would probably only take five minutes for Caesar to be sent out.
Law did not believe Caesar's bet of 'at his mercy' before the game, so in the battle just now, he did not let go of any chance that could be fatal.
Even if he wanted to kill Caesar now, he couldn't show his eagerness in front of so many people. He could only wait for Caesar to enter the tunnel and wait for another three minutes before chasing after him. Even if he couldn't make it in time, he could still find Caesar in the medical room.
Watching Caesar walk into the passage, Law retracted his gaze and stood in the fanatical eyes of countless fans. His ears were full of unspeakable excitement.
The reporters, who had already occupied the nearest spectator seats, rushed to the ring like wolves and tigers.
The result of this competition was different from the previous ones. This was Law's tenth victory. The next challenge was the floor master challenge. No matter what, they had to interview Law once.
The reporters rushed to the ring and saw that Law had turned around and left like the previous few times. They were suddenly excited. One by one, they held microphones and moved closer to Law.
"Mr. Luo Xian, may I ask if there are any floor masters you would like to challenge after obtaining ten victories?"
"Mr. Luo Xian, may I ask how you are feeling now?"
"Mr. Luo Xian, the outside world has been rumored to have a grudge between you and Mr. An Tongmu. Is it true?"
.....
No one could be seen in the entrance and exit passage. Although the game was over, Law was still in the ring, so the audience stayed in the venue, so the passage was empty.
After Caesar walked into the passage, he only walked a few dozen meters and leaned against the wall. His eyelids were drooping and he looked half-dead.
He leaned against the wall, supported his crumbling body, lowered his head and said, "I almost died."
However, he wasn't talking to himself. Instead, he was talking to someone.
As his voice fell, a black-haired teenager slowly walked out of the shadows where the light could not reach. From his appearance, he was only two or three years younger than Caesar.
"Knowing that you can't win, you still want to hit it. Isn't that stupid?" The teenager looked at Caesar, who was almost disfigured, and there was a trace of puzzlement in his black eyes that were different from ordinary people.
This person was Ilmi. He did not know why he was here, and what was his relationship with Caesar.
"Before the fight, I wanted to win." Caesar raised his head slightly and looked at Ilmi.
"Oh, I don't believe you." Ilmi said lightly.
"Are my words … so untrustworthy?" Caesar's face twitched, making his flattened face look rather ferocious.
"Of course." Ilmi suddenly raised his hand, two pearl-headed needles between his fingertips, and said calmly, "The fact that I'm here is proof that you are not confident enough."
"If you say that, I will be very troubled." Caesar's mouth twitched.
Ilmi's face was expressionless as he continued, "Besides, the bet you made with Law before the fight, you never intended to keep it from the beginning, right?"
Caesar shrugged and said, "Since the purpose of the fight is to kill the opponent, what is the point of the bet?"
"But you survived." Ilmi hit the nail on the head.
"Ah …" Caesar lowered his head and said, "It's not a good habit to like to undermine others."
"Let's not talk nonsense."
Ilmi shook his head slightly and swung his hand in the direction of the footsteps. Two pearl-headed needles flew out and pierced into the heads of the two staff members who were rushing over.
"You came at the right time. Now I don't have to carry you."
Ilmi looked at the two staff members who were stunned and ordered them to come over.
This was his telekinesis. He could infuse his telekinesis into the pearl-headed needles, and he could control the things that were pierced by the needles.
The two staff members were pierced by the pearl-headed needles and instantly turned into human needles. In a sense, they had lost their souls at that moment and became walking corpses.
"We have to hurry. He'll catch up with us," Caesar reminded. His consciousness was already fading.
This was a fight that he knew he had no chance of winning before the fight began, but Caesar wanted to find a chance to win in the fight, and he failed. The current situation was the result of the risk and the bitter consequence he had to bear.
However, the preparation he made before the fight was to reduce the risk, which was why Ilmi was here to help him.
Xi Suo had always been a loner. His meeting with Ilmi was a coincidence, but they were not friends. It was more like a long-term partnership.
It was not an assassination mission, but a rescue mission. But Ilmi still accepted it, and the only person Caesar could ask for help was him.
"Don't worry, if he catches up."
Ilmi ordered the needles to carry Caesar onto a stretcher, then walked quickly in front and said, "I will leave you behind without hesitation."
Caesar heard Ilmi's irresponsible words before he fainted, and he smiled helplessly.
"If it is not necessary, I don't want to fight him …" Ilmi looked forward and sped up.
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