Nero turned a deaf ear to Pei Yan's taunt. He looked at his severed arm and recalled Pei Yan's explanation of his abilities. He knew that Pei Yan wasn't lying, but one thing was certain: such overwhelming power could not be used at will, at least not now!
This ability might be unleashed once or twice more, or perhaps that was already his last strike! Nero couldn't gamble, because if he lost, he would pay with his life. After the previous encounter, Nero had already gleaned the intricacies of that technique. He believed that if he continued to absorb the blood of strong beings like the Dragon King, filling the last gap in his bloodline, he could manifest his Flawless Divine Body — the same technique wouldn't leave him so helpless.
Retreat! Defeat and retreat are the only options!
"Are you already thinking about how to admit defeat and leave the arena?" Pei Yan's words exposed Nero's inner thoughts, startling him as he looked at Pei Yan in shock.
