The dagger was stained with blood as it was pulled out of the man's body. As fresh blood gushed out, the man fell into a pool of his own blood. His body was convulsing non-stop.
However, Zhan Hong did not intend to stop there. He waved the short dagger in his hand again and stabbed toward the yellow-robed man's faintly heaving chest.
At the same time, he felt a flash in front of his eyes. An invisible force surged over, but the dagger that was stabbed out could no longer move forward even half an inch.
In the next moment, a middle-aged man appeared between the two like a ghost.
"The match is over. Zhan Clan wins!" The person who came was the referee of this match. He first glanced at Zhan Hong who was about to kill his opponent before announcing the result of the match. There was a certain amount of blame in his gaze.