Only then did Silva realize he had been tricked.
His opponent's injuries were extremely severe. Even his final assault was just a bluff.
If he had held on for just three more seconds without conceding, his opponent would have likely collapsed first.
But alas, there was no cure for regret.
Although his opponent was now unconscious, he had, after all, already conceded.
He had lost this match. That was an unchangeable fact.
Pressure, resilience, persistence, ferocity, breakthrough...
At that moment, he suddenly understood the difference between himself and his opponent.
It wasn't his body, nor his strength, but a powerful resolve that could shatter stone and a courage worthy of an epic hymn.
When two foes meet, the braver one wins. In a duel between masters, if one is dauntless while the other is hesitant, even a ferocious weaker opponent can defeat a stronger one.
"We won! We won!!"
"Celestial Heart Sect! Zhang Zhizhen! Way to go!!"
