Chapter 907

Without looking at him again, Chen Ang cast his gaze on the others on the stage.

Sensing his gaze scanning, many people avoided his eyes.

They were willing to fight the strong, but they were not willing to risk their lives to fight him!

Chen Ang's strength was too formidable; they didn't want to risk their lives to face such a person!

For a time, the people on the stage looked for targets one after another, fighting as quickly as possible to immerse themselves in the battle as fast as they could, so as to avoid facing Chen Ang in the end.

In the center of the stage, aura accompanied by whistling wind sounds came from around Chen Ang constantly, but only his area was not affected in the slightest, as if there was a barrier shielding the surrounding aura.

Seeing this scene, the people off the stage were also somewhat dumbfounded.

To what extent had this person become strong? He could make so many people retreat and be unwilling to fight him!

While others had this question, Wan Shitong and the others were ecstatic.

"Huang Yu, did you see that? Our boss won without even fighting!"

"I saw it, I saw it. The boss is really too strong; the beast-race aura on him is so rich that even I have to retreat!"

Hearing his words, Wan Shitong curled his lips.

"You? The boss can take you down without even using his aura, so stop trying to gild your own face."

"Less nonsense, just watch."

After the two bickered for a few sentences, their eyes fell on the stage again.

And at this time, Chen Ang was still standing alone in the center of the stage, and no one was willing to fight him.

Regarding this situation, the demon-race people were also somewhat dumbfounded.

They knew the beast race was strong, but they never thought they would be strong to this extent!

Looking at it this way, was their previous ingratiation a bit superfluous?

Thinking of this, many people wanted to slap themselves.

If they had known the beast race was so strong, why would they have tried to win over the Blue Blood race to deal with the human race? They should have just won over the beast race!

While the demon-race people were full of regret, Chen Ang made a move again.

If others wouldn't fight him, then he could only take the initiative!

Reaching out to grab someone nearby, Chen Ang slapped him with a palm directly.

Vomiting a mouthful of blood, the person retreated in terror.

Seeing Chen Ang approaching step by step, he suddenly took off the token on his body.

"I'm not fighting anymore; I admit defeat! I surrender!"

Seeing the light on his token disappear, Chen Ang tightly furrowed his brows.

"Why are you unwilling to fight me?"

"The miserable state of the Blue Blood race is still fresh in my memory, and I don't want to repeat their experience. You are indeed very strong, and I am willing to be defeated by your hands, but this is just a competition, and I don't want to die here!"

Hearing his words, Chen Ang's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

Turning his head to look at the others, he asked softly: "Is there anyone among you willing to fight me?"

Thinking for a moment, everyone shook their heads.

Before, they still had some ideas, but since Chen Ang injured one person, their ideas had vanished.

His techniques and speed were not something they could compare to. If they really fought together, even if they won, they would have to risk their lives. The person was right; this was just a competition, and they didn't need to risk their lives just to win an argument.

After receiving the answer from everyone, Chen Ang turned to look at the demon-race people.

"Now that no one on this stage is willing to fight me, do I still need to continue fighting?"

Hearing his words, the demon-race person stepped onto the stage, looked at those people, and asked: "Are you sure you won't continue? If you call it off now, the final winner will be him."

Gritting their back teeth, several people nodded vigorously.

"We are already satisfied to have reached this step; we admit defeat!"

After receiving a positive answer, the demon-race person directly raised Chen Ang's hand.

"I announce that the winner of this demon-race arena competition is the beast race!"

As soon as this announcement was made, thunderous applause immediately erupted off the stage.

Among the crowd, Wan Shitong and the others were particularly excited, grabbing the people beside them and hugging them, jumping up and down happily.

After obtaining the Blue Ice Stone, Chen Ang wore a human-skin mask and left with the Beast King, creating the illusion that the beast race had already left.

After the tailing of the demon race disappeared, everyone stopped their footsteps.

Turning his head to look at Chen Ang, the Beast King excitedly held his hand.

"Chen Ang, thank you for the honor you have won for our beast race!"

Hearing his words, Chen Ang smiled softly.

"Beast King, half of the medal of honor belongs to me and half to you. If you hadn't taught me the beast-race secret techniques, I wouldn't have possessed such a powerful aura to achieve the final victory."

"Chen Ang, that you can achieve the final victory is your own credit. In the end, you didn't fight anyone at all, and our beast-race secret techniques didn't come in handy. I know this better than anyone."

After speaking, the Beast King excitedly patted his hand twice.

"You are truly the lucky star of our beast race; every time I see you, there will be unexpected joy. Chen Ang, keep the beast-race token well; my promise is always valid!"

Knowing what he was referring to, Chen Ang nodded.

"Don't worry, we will always be friendly races with the beast race."

Hearing these words, a big smile appeared on the Beast King's face.

At the intersection, the two waved goodbye.

After watching the Beast King leave, Chen Ang tore off the human-skin mask and stuffed it into his pouch.

After dispelling the aura around his body with human-race aura, he then walked back swaggeringly.

At the intersection, Wan Shitong was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Looking at the moon and then at the distance, he stamped his feet in anxiety.

"Huang Yu, you say, why hasn't the boss come back yet? He wouldn't have encountered any danger on the road, would he?"

Hearing his words, Huang Yu hurriedly spat a few times.

"Don't talk nonsense; the boss's strength is unrivaled, what danger could he encounter?"

"But the demon race was tailing him when he left, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what? How many times have the demon race and the boss fought? Have they ever won?"

Thinking for a moment, Wan Shitong felt that what he said made sense.

"You are right, the boss will definitely be fine. Let's wait a little longer; I guess he will be back soon."

Composing themselves, the two waited quietly.

About half an hour later, Chen Ang walked over from afar.

Seeing the two of them, he took a step back.

"In the middle of the night, why are you guarding here? It's quite scary."

Hearing his words, both of them had black lines on their faces.

"We were worried about you, otherwise who would be guarding you?"

While speaking, Wan Shitong also gifted him an eye-roll.

"Worried about me? Why worry about me?"

"The demon race was following you, we were afraid something would happen to you!"

Looking at the worry in his eyes, Chen Ang smiled.

"The demon-race people have never been my match; your worry is a bit superfluous."

Hearing him say that they were superfluous, Wan Shitong was unhappy and pulled him over, preparing to reason with him.

Just at this moment, Chen Ang took out a few stones from his waist.

Sensing the aura on the stones, Wan Shitong immediately closed his mouth.

"Boss, this is...?"

"This was given by the Beast King; the spiritual energy is very sufficient. Do you want it?"

Swallowing his saliva, Wan Shitong nodded vigorously.

"If you want it, shut your mouth; you are a bit too noisy."