Gu Zhan did not answer his junior brother's astonishment.
Luo Cheng still seemed to be holding back—this was merely his instinct.
Moreover, he had already secured eleven consecutive victories. Losing one match wouldn't affect his advancement. If he forced himself to fight now and let Luo Cheng crush his spirit or inflict injuries, it would undoubtedly affect his chances in the upcoming contest for the top ten Outer Disciples. No matter how he looked at it, it wasn't worth the risk!
"A wise choice."
Luo Cheng smiled faintly. He wasn't bothered by Gu Zhan's decision to surrender.
However, Chen Lingyu pouted discontentedly.
At this moment, the presiding Elder called out Chen Lingyu's name.
Luo Cheng said, "It's your turn. This match will determine whether you advance, so don't let your guard down."
In Group Two's matches so far, Luo Cheng had achieved a perfect record with twelve consecutive victories, and Gu Zhan was in second place with eleven.
