Bang!
A heavy thud rang out—or, more precisely, the sound of something slamming hard into the ground. It pulled Qin Shaofeng back to reality from his musings about how powerful his main body had become after entering the Nirvana Realm.
He glanced down instinctively and saw that his ninth Devil Race opponent had already been knocked flat by his two Mechanical Puppets, reduced to a corpse.
"Uh, it's over?"
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Qin Shaofeng blinked, somewhat surprised.
This time, Qin Shaofeng hadn't paid any attention to his opponent. The man wasn't strong, so Qin Shaofeng had simply handed him over to the Mechanical Puppets—or, more precisely, to Magic Cloud, and let Magic Cloud do as it pleased.
So the two Mechanical Puppets hadn't immediately launched a fierce assault on that Devil Race expert at the tenth level of the Nirvana Realm. They hadn't come out swinging with the intention of killing him on the spot.
And yet, precisely because of that, Qin Shaofeng felt utterly speechless as he looked at the Devil Race opponent who had now become a corpse.
"Damn, I can't believe this. I didn't even tell the Mechanical Puppets to kill you, and you didn't know enough to admit defeat?"
Honestly, Qin Shaofeng couldn't understand this Devil Race opponent at all.
Given how things had gone, the Devil Race expert could have admitted defeat, left the arena unharmed, and gone on to fight someone else!
Was it really worth fighting him to the death?
Well, calling it a fight to the death was probably giving the other man too much credit.
With things as they were, he'd practically gone out of his way to get himself killed!
In truth, Qin Shaofeng had no idea how aggrieved the now-dead Devil Race man had felt.