Liu Zheng did not continue attacking. He shifted into human form and looked at Nie Zhao with a face full of admiration.
This man's strength earned his respect.
"I lost."
Nie Zhao's face was deathly pale as he said with a bitter smile.
He had not expected Liu Zheng to be so mad.
He would burn his bloodline just to win this battle.
This had only been a contest.
From the very beginning, Nie Zhao had been holding back.
It was merely a contest, not a battle to the death. There was no need to reveal all his trump cards.
Yet he had still underestimated Liu Zheng's madness.
Whether it was because of his own carelessness or something else, he had lost.
There was no questioning that, no doubting it.
He, Nie Zhao, could accept defeat.
"I had no choice."
"Marshal Nie, forgive my offense."
After bowing to Nie Zhao, Liu Zheng turned and walked toward the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty.
Just now, he had clearly had the chance to kill Nie Zhao, but he had not done so.
After all, the fundamental nature of this Arena battle was merely a contest.
The deaths of battle formations could be explained.
The deaths of other experts could also be explained.
But if a marshal died, there would be no explaining that.
If he killed Nie Zhao, the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty would declare war on the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty at once.
He could not bear the consequences.
"Marshal is mighty! Marshal is mighty!"
Seeing Liu Zheng return, countless soldiers of the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty raised their weapons and roared.
Just moments ago, their morale had been low.
But now, their fighting spirit had risen anew.
Because their marshal had won.
Their marshal had won a great victory.
Even the enemy's