After giving Arthur the harsh words before the game, Jace sat back on the chair in the corner. No drunkard or customer dared to come within one meter of him.
Arthur swallowed his saliva and looked sadly at the gloating Nighthawk. This cunning giant wolf almost shouted out the joke. "Don't worry, if you are about to die, I will take action." Ye.
Eagle saw Arthur's unclear expression and quickly patted his chest to comfort little Arthur.
Why don't you fight it yourself? Arthur rolled his eyes at the giant wolf and walked to the lounge. He needed to take off the overalls he wore from the White Room. It wasn't until Arthur closed the door to the lounge that Nighthawk stopped smiling.
He murmured to himself: "Because if I take action, he will die." He glanced at the murderer in the corner, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled.
This competition is very different from the past. There is no band to cheer for the audience. Although there are many spectators, no one makes a sound to cheer for the audience. Everyone is watching the execution seriously, and with the alternating light and dark kerosene lamps, the atmosphere is
Extremely weird.
Arthur walked onto the sand wearing a black tight-fitting sportswear, which he and Catalina bought at the West End Market yesterday, on the pretext of exercising to prepare for joining the logistics team. Looking across the way, Jace had already taken off his clothes.
He was wearing a white coat and pure white long sleeves. He was holding three scalpels in each hand and was doing simple warm-up exercises. Noticing Jace looking at him with a smile, Arthur smiled maliciously at the side.
The standing Nighthawk waved his fist to vent his dissatisfaction.
After relaxing his body and state, Arthur tried not to let himself pay attention to the power of the other party that was exaggerated around him. The title of the murderous ghost, the seemingly docile and kind face of the sheep was actually the Laughing Ghost himself, and the damaged gloves were the result of frequent use of scalpels.
As weapons wear and tear... each detail was remembered and forgotten by Arthur. After repeating it several times, Arthur was completely focused on the sand arena.
This time Nighthawk did not open the show, nor did he assign anyone else to be the referee in the center of the ring. The whole basement was quiet as if there were only two murderers, Jace and Arthur.
"Start?" The first person to speak was Jace. After finishing a simple warm-up, he bounced slightly on the spot twice and made an invitation gesture, asking Arthur kindly.
Arthur didn't say anything, he just arched his back slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and attacked Jace's lower body. This was an action he saw a player make the day before yesterday. It was a short player fighting against a tall one.
The first is to take advantage of your own stable lower body to launch a fast attack on the opponent's legs, which is perfect for this situation.
But Arthur ignored one thing. In the previous high-low duel, both sides used fist gloves most, and Jace was holding three scalpels on the left and right now. He watched Arthur bending over and running towards him.
, this kind of behavior is tantamount to seeking death in Jace's eyes. With the tips of his fingers, Jace put away the two scalpels along his sleeves, and just held a scalpel with his right hand with all his strength and stabbed Asia downwards.
Se's back.
In the flash of lightning, Arthur threw himself forward to the ground, narrowly avoiding the blow, found the approximate direction, and hit Jace with the back of his head, aiming at the most vulnerable part of Jace's body.
The dirty tricks... Jess's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he jumped back to avoid it. The moment he leaned against the side rope, he used the rebounding force of the side rope to approach Arthur again. He took out three scalpels with his left hand, one first.
Throwing it out, it hit Arthur's pants who had not had time to get up. He stuck him in the sand and stabbed Arthur's eyes with two scalpel needles between his fingers.
He was so merciless, even if the opponent was just a child. Nighthawk lost his previous playful energy and just put his hands on his hips and stared at Jace, in order to prevent this man who had killed people in the ring from losing control of killing again.
Desire. Just as strong a desire to kill as I once was...
Oh wow... The originally quiet fighting gym suddenly let out a low exclamation of surprise. Nighthawk brought his thoughts back and when he looked back to the center of the battlefield, he discovered that Arthur had actually done something inappropriate for his age.
Arthur originally wanted to take off his pants, but Jace's tightness prevented him from making this move in time. The shining silver scalpel made Arthur fearful, and he had the idea of dodging back. Jace was delighted, and sure enough,
The child was still a child, and the scalpel in his hand changed from stabbing to stabbing with the wrist. In an instant, a sea of fire flashed in front of Arthur's eyes, and the cowardly version of himself in the mirror. Escape is not what I asked of myself, Arthur
He shook his head and forced himself to face the oppressive Jace.
He grabbed the scalpel directly from the front with his left hand, and the scalpel pierced the palm of Arthur's hand. With just a flash of his teeth, Arthur continued with the next move, turning his right hand into a fist and hitting the side of Jace's face.
Obviously Jace had the mentality of underestimating the enemy because of Arthur's hesitation before. When the scalpel was controlled by Arthur, he did not react in time. The left face was hit hard by Arthur's right fist, and he let go of the scalpel and lay it on the sand.
He rolled around on the ground, got up and threw out the two remaining knives in his right hand.
But Arthur is no longer in the previous position. The scalpel on the ground has been pulled out, and there are only a few drops of bright red blood. Oops... I underestimated the enemy. Jace's glasses fell on the sand when they rolled over. Now
Jace's line of sight was obstructed. Arthur had already moved around to Jace's side. His condition was not very good. Although he pulled out the scalpel immediately, the penetrating wound on his palm was not fake. Despite the pain, Yas
Se raised his good right fist, roared, jumped up and struck Jace's face again.
"I don't know. Will a silent attack make your enemies unable to figure out your intentions?"
When Jace said these words, he had already used his fist to hit Arthur in the air to the ground. Although his vision was completely blurred at this time, after learning Arthur's approximate location from the sound,
The punch was just a simple action. After having a real sense of hitting the person, Jess did not pursue it. Instead, he took two steps back, leaned against the side rope, grabbed his messy golden hair, and smiled with an almost maniacal smile.
The sound destroyed Arthur.
"Children are just children after all, but since you have the desire to win, I will tell you something more."
"First, use your own strengths to deal with the opponent's weaknesses." After saying that, Heath squinted his eyes and looked at Arthur, who was whimpering and rolling on the ground, and stepped on it with his fine leather shoes covered in sand and gravel.
On Arthur's injured left hand. Ah, Arthur screamed and rolled over to a side rope holding his left arm, leaning on the side rope and sucking in air.
"Second..." Jace laughed crazily and got closer to Arthur. Unexpectedly, when Arthur screamed, he clamped Jace's ankles with his feet and used his own weight to spin, knocking Jace down, and then
While shouting to relieve the pain, he climbed on top of Jace. Because of Jace's leather shoe, Arthur's left hand was bleeding uncontrollably. The pain made him bite his lower lip. Now Arthur is like the devil.
He also used his right fist to punch the beast on the ground who was a doctor by profession.
"I'm telling you," Arthur raised his right fist and hit Jess on the bridge of the nose, "If you want to teach me something, teach me well!"
