The Opponent in the Tenth Match
Bang!
A heavy object hit the ground—or rather, was smashed viciously into it—pulling Qin Shaofeng back from his thoughts about how powerful his true body had become after entering the Nirvana Realm.
Lowering his head reflexively, Qin Shaofeng saw that his ninth Devil Race opponent had already been knocked to the ground by his two Mechanical Puppets, turned directly into a corpse.
"Uh, it's over?"
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Qin Shaofeng froze slightly, somewhat surprised.
This time, Qin Shaofeng had not paid much attention to his opponent. Since the opponent was not very strong, he had simply handed him over to the Mechanical Puppets—or, more precisely, to the Magic Cloud—and let the Magic Cloud perform as it pleased.
That was why the two Mechanical Puppets had not launched a fierce assault on that tenth-level Nirvana Realm Devil Race expert right from the start, nor had they used a fighting style meant to kill immediately.
Yet precisely because of that, Qin Shaofeng was rather speechless when facing this Devil Race opponent who had now become a corpse.
"Damn it, I'm speechless. I didn't even tell the Mechanical Puppets to go for the kill, and you actually didn't know to admit defeat?"
Really, Qin Shaofeng truly could not understand this Devil Race member.
Based on what had happened before, this Devil Race expert could have admitted defeat, stepped down from the arena safe and sound, and continued competing against others!
Did he really have to lock horns with Qin Shaofeng to the death?
Uh, calling it locking horns to the death seemed to be giving the other party too much credit.
Because in his situation, he had been completely courting death!
What Qin Shaofeng did not know was that this dead Devil Race