The instant this Black Dragon saw Chen Qiu step onto the stage, his body stiffened in midair. Then, without a shred of hesitation, he shot madly toward the bottom of the arena. He was not stupid; he had watched Chen Qiu's battle against Kong Ming from beginning to end.
Even at his peak, he had been no match for Chen Qiu.
Much less now, when he was seriously wounded.
However.
It was already too late. The arena barrier had risen, and no one could leave the arena for the time it took an incense stick to burn.
"No, no."
The Black Dragon, curled up in the corner with his body shrunk down, looked at Chen Qiu as he approached step by step, his eyes full of terror and regret. His voice trembled. "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I surrender!"
His father had long instructed him not to seek any ranking. Once he entered the secret realm, he was supposed to withdraw immediately.
But he had never set foot on the Mystic Heaven Continent before. Now that he finally had the chance to play around in the secret realm, he had gotten carried away and truly did not want to leave.
If he returned to Dragon Island, he would have to keep looking after those old, fat female dragons.
That was simply torture.
Usually, the only people on the island who could talk to him were his father and a few others. Whether by seniority or strength, he was the weakest among them. But things were different here. So many people spoke to him and flattered him that, for a time, he felt so delighted he forgot where home was.
However.
The moment he saw Chen Qiu step onto the arena and advance toward him one step at a time,