In the arena.
The previously haughty and arrogant Morris had now reverted back to human form.
His body was covered in a virulent green poison.
He was like a dying man, gasping for breath.
The medical team, upon seeing Morris in this state, turned pale and rushed over without a word, immediately commencing urgent treatment.
Given Morris's current condition, he had at most five minutes before he would perish, and then he would certainly be pulled back to reality, suffering a great loss.
Those who were shouting about defeating the human race were now silent as sparrows.
Despair was written on everyone's faces.
His gaze towards Morris was filled with hatred and hostility.
Damn it!
Morris is simply useless!
How could he lose to a human Dragon Master!
However, the spectator stands of the human race erupted with tremendous cheers!
"You dogs! Shut up now!"
"Haha! Satisfying! An outright humiliation!"
"I don't know what's happening, but this is just too cool!"
