Being defeated is not scary, what's scary is dying here. He truly feared that Mu Rufeng would just wipe him out.
He could feel the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Mu Rufeng.
"Jiao Ze, where are you planning to go?"
A voice like a demon's resounded in his ear.
At the same time, a broad hand pressed down on Jiao Ze's shoulder.
A terrifying force instantly pinned him to the arena. Just one step, he only needed one step to be safe.
But that step had become a heavenly chasm, impossible to cross.
"I concede, I concede, what more do you want?" Jiao Ze roared in anger.
Unfortunately, this was a transmission, sealed by Mu Rufeng, and it couldn't be sent out.
"Oh? As expected of a heavenly pride of the Jiao Long Clan, knowing you can't win and still wanting to fight me?"
"Fine, I'll fulfill your wish."
Mu Rufeng exerted force with his fingers, instantly crushing Jiao Ze's shoulder blade, then he violently flung Jiao Ze to the center of the arena.
