"You went too far?" Ding Fan's gaze was ice cold as he looked at San Zhaimu.
Bian Zixuan had already conceded defeat; there was utterly no need for further attacks. Yet San Zhaimu had relentlessly inflicted severe injuries on Bian Zixuan with his Inner Strength.
At this moment, Bian Zixuan's front was drenched in fresh blood, her eyes tightly shut, seemingly having fainted.
"I gave her the opportunity to admit defeat earlier. Since she didn't, then she must be prepared for the consequences," San Zhaimu said coldly.
"You deserve to die," Ding Fan said coldly.
"The martial arts tournament has no rule against killing someone. Anything can happen in the Martial Arts Venue, and if I were to kill her today, no one would interfere."
This was the first time Ding Fan had heard such perverse and fallacious reasoning. He was, for a moment, extremely furious.
Suddenly, he let out a fierce shout and ferociously kicked out with his right foot, aiming directly at San Zhaimu.
Boom...
