Magic Power smoke lingered long after the new fluctuations erupted, and Lu Hong and Peiduo continued their clash amidst the chaotic flow of Magic Power. The constant clashing sounds drew everyone's gaze to shift continuously, and even though the specifics were unclear, the direction of the skirmish could still be sensed.
Finally, the sounds ceased, and the turbulence of Magic Power gradually subsided. Peiduo knelt on the ground, his huge axe already thrown aside, his head drooping, his hands hanging weakly.
In contrast, Lu Hong still stood firmly in the center of the arena, his expression serene.
The referee hurriedly closed the protective shield, rushed to Peiduo's side, and placed a finger under his nose, then his complexion drastically changed and he shouted angrily at Lu Hong, "You killed him?!"
"Is there a problem?" Lu Hong sneered, "If I hadn't killed him, he would have killed me."
