Xiaotian stared at him and spat out some blood. His body was bruised by the fire in several places, his clothes were destroyed, and part of his growing fur was burned.
"Thank you," Xiaotian replied. "Although that wasn't going to kill him."
The count shrugged. "You won anyway. With that attack, you would have sent him outside the boundaries of the arena, and there would have been no turning back. I won't take away your victory, but I can't let a genius like him die just like that. He is valuable to our region."
Xiaotian simply nodded and looked at the referee. He was practically hinting: Tell him to announce my victory and give me my prize.
The referee was still afraid, but he looked at the Count above the arena, and the Count nodded.
Finally, the referee climbed into the arena and shouted. "The final match is won by Zhang Xiaotian! He will receive the Representation Token!"
The spectators were so stunned that they didn't react, except for three people.
