"I lost." Li Changmian lowered his head and uttered a few words with difficulty. Although he was a little unwilling, he had to admit that the gap between him and Tyler Juding was too big. If he continued to fight, not only would he have no chance of winning, but he would also lose his life in vain. "You are already very good to be able to block my sword without dying." After throwing down a sentence coldly, Tyler Juding turned and walked off the stage. Li Changmian's strength was indeed mediocre, and it did not arouse his interest. "Congratulations to contestant No. 2 Tyler Juding for winning!" Referee Zhang Qizhen quickly announced the result of the game. In an instant, the audience applauded like thunder. Although the battle was short, the wonderful collision just now was commendable, especially Tyler Juding's strength, which was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the audience. If you don't draw your sword, it's fine.