Qingyi ended his final battle with the same ease with which he had ended his first.
He couldn't say he was disappointed, since he had expected something like this.
After all, he was a dragon. The only one there capable of putting up even a remotely fair fight would be that white tiger.
Other than that, only humans in the Celestial Origin Realm possessed bodies as powerful as his, and even among them, only those with techniques that specifically strengthened the body.
After all, a human cultivator could fight a dragon in Qi, but in pure brute strength and vitality?
Impossible. The races that could compare to dragons in this regard could be counted on one hand, even considering the entire celestial heavens.
Black dragons, specifically, were among the most powerful of their kind, comparable to the feared red dragons.
With a soft sigh, Qingyi stepped down from the arena.
Only the white tiger remained there; all the other competitors had been taken to the infirmary.
