The Minotaur Demon, collapsed on the ground, looked at Aodebiao with eyes full of unwillingness and disbelief. "This... is impossible. My defense... is very strong..."
The Minotaur Demon clearly also felt it was far too absurd that Aodebiao had broken through his defense, but this was the technique of a master bullfighter from a previous life.
If one stabbed a sword into the bull's head or some other place, it would obviously be rather difficult, but stabbing it into the bull's spine was exactly right.
Not only was it easy to pierce through, even the bullfighter himself could reduce the amount of strength he used.
And now that the Minotaur Demon had transformed back into his combat form, even the red cloth could take effect on him, so there was nothing surprising about the weak points on his body matching the traits of ordinary bullfighting!
"Minotaur Demon, I told you, when it comes to slaying the Demon Race, I'm a professional. Even a powerful Minotaur Demon like you is as easy for me to kill as turning over my hand."
"All right, you can go in peace. I, Aodebiao, have won this gladiator tournament. I have restored glory for our Dark Demon God clan!" Nalant naturally would not tell the Minotaur Demon the true reason now. Instead, he put on a pretentious face and boasted of his fearsome reputation.
"Pfft!"
Faced with the smug and self-satisfied Aodebiao, the Minotaur Demon, who had only one last breath left, was finally so enraged that his blood and qi surged. A mouthful of old blood spurted from his mouth, then his head tilted to the side, and he lost all signs of life.
Crash!
"He's dead! He actually died just like that! Aodebiao actually killed the Minotaur Demon so suddenly!"
"Exactly. Just now,