After the final notification faded from his vision, Max remained standing in the center of the destroyed arena for a few more moments, allowing the last traces of crimson light to disappear into his body while the number of eight million Killing Points still lingered above him like a declaration no one in the Combat Hall could ignore.
The barrier around Arena Seven slowly opened, and only then did Max loosen the power raging inside him, letting the full might of five thousand Draconic Essences settle back into the depths of his body while the black dragon scales covering him gradually lost some of their overwhelming pressure, though they did not disappear completely.
He stepped down from the arena.
The moment his foot touched the ground outside the battlefield, many participants instinctively moved away from him. It was not because Max had released any killing intent toward them, and it was not because he had said anything threatening.
