An even match... my ass!
Nameless watched Wang Zong. He knew perfectly well Wang Zong was holding back. The man was probably hatching some plan.
Wang Zong had never been one to follow the rules.
Besides, he had been transported here for no apparent reason, only to be surrounded and toyed with by a crowd of NPCs as if he were a monkey.
Given Wang Zong's pride, the fact that he had endured it this long had already surprised Nameless. Whatever happened next would come as no shock.
Wang Zong charged at Black Dragon again. Black Dragon opened his jaws and spewed a torrent of pitch-black flames. Wang Zong immediately ran around the fire, while Black Dragon pursued him, attacking all the while.
As he dodged, Wang Zong ran behind Black Dragon. He suddenly seized the tip of his tail and sank his weight, hips and legs working as one, his center of gravity dropping low.
Dragon-Fishing Force!
Wang Zong exerted his strength, and Black Dragon swung like a fishing rod in his hands. Black Dragon tried to twist around and attack, but each burst of force was neutralized.
After three struggles, Black Dragon had nearly exhausted himself. Killing intent flared in Wang Zong's eyes. With a low roar, he hurled Black Dragon toward the stands.
Boom!
An unknown energy protected the Arena's stands. Black Dragon slammed into the transparent barrier and let out a pained cry.
Wang Zong rushed forward even faster, grabbed Black Dragon's tail as he landed, and swung him again. Then he used Black Dragon like a whip, lashing him viciously against the invisible barrier all around them.
"This is bad! He's trying to rebel!"
"Help!"
"Referee, put him back in his cage!"
Many spectators saw Black Dragon hurtling toward them. Though the transparent barrier stopped