At the same time, in stark contrast to the excitement of the three referees, the Royal Martial Arts Academy team—whose intermediate Soldier-level beast had been snatched away—had red, bloodshot eyes, glaring fixedly at Wang Zhan.
An intermediate Soldier-level beast was the equivalent of a human level 7 Warrior or above, up to a level 4 Martial Master.
For the Royal Martial Arts Academy team, whose members were all level eight or nine Martial Artists, despite being geniuses among geniuses, dealing with such an opponent had forced them to exhaust all their means. Furthermore, it had taken a six-on-one battle to finally, and just barely, defeat it.
And just when they were about to enjoy the fruits of victory, Wang Zhan showed up again.
"Truly impressive. Absolutely breathtaking," Wang Zhan appeared before the members of the Royal Martial Arts Academy with his hands behind his back, smiling cheerfully.
