Yin Jiao obviously knew this rule. So what if he could not defeat Wang Zhong? So what if Wang Zhong was a genius? He could use this power to kill Wang Zhong! Who asked you to be a human with no background?
He viciously looked at Wang Zhong with a venomous gaze. "Wait until you are sent to the Arena, bastard. I will go there and personally watch you get ripped into pieces by the savage soldiers in the Arena!"
Wang Zhong did not complain. Meanwhile, Old Cow and the others at the stands had expressions full of hopelessness. They were simply powerless in the face of an official civilization arbitration request from a Faction.
After just over ten seconds, the presiding judge on the main stage seemed to have made his decision. The sparkling lights at the back of his head dimmed slightly, as if he had cut off communication with the other members of the Machinery race. Then he cast his gaze at Wang Zhong downstage.
