It was a surreal experience. Zaroth was lying on his back as he felt the blood falling from his broken jaw go deep in his throat.
His mind felt like it had split into multiple parts… most likely due to the fact that his skull had cracked under his opponent's punches.
He would have enjoyed the sounds of cheers that were echoing all around the grand arena if he didn't feel like he was so close to death.
Zaroth attempted to shift his gaze to the woman that was laying on the ground unconscious next to him, but wasn't able to as he couldn't move at all.
'She was strong,' even if he didn't want to admit it, this was the truth.
For the first time, he had witnessed a person that was able to counter his beasts.
After all, he had always thought that since they were dead as long as he had mana, they would be able to keep fighting.
But today, he realized he had been gravely mistaken.
