The situation had changed. Though the Dragon Race still appeared to hold the upper hand, that was only on the surface.
A fierce wind swept up yellow sand, sending it spiraling across the battered ground.
Chu Fei, the person with the lowest Cultivation Level, had become the center of attention. Not only on the arena, but countless people and dragons in the skies outside it were watching him as well.
Ye Lin in particular. In his humanoid combat form, he floated high above and looked down at Chu Fei, his right hand lightly stroking his brow as though he could still feel the threat of death.
It was not that Ye Lin had never considered the possibility of defeat, but he had never imagined that he would be defeated by such a "low-level" human!
In Ye Lin's eyes, humans had always been low-level lifeforms, inferior to Flood Dragons and the Dragon Race. In the world of the Dragon Race, the Dragon Race stood at the highest level, followed by the Sub-Dragon Race, then the Flood Dragon Race, with Dragonfolk at the bottom.
Humans and Dragonfolk were considered the same rank, both inherently inferior to the Dragon Race in terms of life level.
Moreover, Chu Fei's Cultivation Level was very low. Based on the basic information before the battle and the discussions around him, Chu Fei's Cultivation Level was only at 16.0, no higher than 16.5. This was equivalent to the most basic stage of a Four-Clawed Golden Dragon, where only one claw had become four-clawed.
Ye Lin had his doubts about this classification of realms. Yet, listening to the shocked discussions among the surrounding humans and comparing Chu Fei with the combat power of the others, Ye Lin had no choice but to admit that Chu Fei's Cultivation Level might