The blood, with its pungent smell, dripped down from the white and smooth incisors, making a dull "drip" sound as it landed on the muddy ground.

This sound was extremely faint, but in this moment, in this silent arena, it seemed particularly clear.

"What did he do?"

In the middle of the VIP seats, the old centaur leader couldn't help but shake his aged figure, looking at the human manager beside him with a bewildered expression, "What did he do?"