“He’s dead?” the goblins’ jaws dropped and eyes bulged like tube bulbs. “How’s this possible?”

“Bahaha,” the orcs, however, laughed boisterously. “His opponent is a vampire, so this result was long set in stone!”

Jiren, however, didn’t look happy. (An afterimage? No wonder I didn’t feel like I cut through a body.) His brows knitted together as his eyes began to desperately look everywhere. He swiveled, and all he saw was a giant fist that had blocked his vision.

BAM~!

A solid punch to the face sent Jiren down, rolling to the edge of the floor, stupefying everyone.

Standing at the center of the stage, Shadow cracked his knuckles and was grinning, as if he was enjoying this. “C’mon!” he raised both of his arms and shouted in excitement, and the goblins responded by cheering and whistling for him. Some of them even started playing the flute. All this insulted the orcs for sure, but the vampires even more so. The vampires in the audience cast an annoying glance at the goblins and shut the