Xiao Chen conceded gracefully, making no excuses. He didn’t feel embarrassed either. Whether he liked it or not, he’d lost, and that was that.0

Watching Xiao Chen apply medicine to his wounds, Li Guanqi asked curiously, “You admitted defeat just like that?”0

Xiao Chen put away his Divine Blood Spear and shrugged. “What’s the alternative? Stubbornly insist I didn’t lose? That would be meaningless.”0

His eyes flickered with unwillingness as he looked down, almost talking to himself. “I’m not happy about losing, but that doesn’t change the fact that I lost. A man who refuses to face his failures...0