death of hope

Chapter 813: Wild Growth (229) Violent Fighting
In contrast to the Kyokushin Group, the Sannokai were all anxious and angry, with worried faces;

Yamagami Tetsuya clenched his fists, and his nose was covered with fine beads of sweat. Chen Hong covered her face and sobbed, unable to bear to watch, while A Lin sighed:

"It's hopeless. Whether it's ground wrestling, jiu-jitsu, or standing boxing, I'm being completely suppressed."

Chen Xing shook his head helplessly: "Mr. Robin played very well, but it's a pity that the opponent's breathless combo is too outrageous. He doesn't give anyone a chance to fight back. It's simply cheating."

In the arena, seeing that his opponent had been fatally wounded and was spitting out blood,

The bearded man whistled and hummed the tune of the cartoon "SpongeBob SquarePants".

That was a habit he had kept on the battlefield many years ago when he was still serving in the federal special forces, relaxing in the intervals between fierce battles.

Oscar Chandler calmly picked up his own 'Bowie Sabre', then picked up the other man's 'Cold Steel Machete', and rubbed the blade against his trouser leg;
"This knife is my trophy. You lose, surrender~"

"Hmph, let's open the champagne at halftime,"

Robin Vakiliev wiped the blood from his mouth:

"We're not done yet between us."

"Even when death is imminent, you are still talking arrogantly!"

The mercenary smiled and said that he liked this opponent more and more, and even had some sympathy for him, which reminded him of his comrades in arms back then.
The reward given to the other party is to grant him a glorious death, to die on the battlefield like a warrior, and to return his soul to the Hall of Heroes in Valhalla:

"You gangsters just like to act like the big shots~
If you don't surrender, you will die!"

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The mercenary suddenly started, stabbing at the heart and eye sockets with a machete in his left hand and a bowie knife in his right hand.
He planned to perform a gorgeous finishing move, give his opponent a fatal blow, and send him off.

Robin was waiting for this moment. While the effects of the stimulant were still there, he launched a desperate attempt.
He did not dodge the blade's attack, but slightly adjusted his position so that the opponent's attack missed his vital points.

The saber stabbed into the shoulder, the machete stabbed into the stomach,

The mercenary wanted to draw out the blade and continue attacking, but he found that his wrist was firmly grasped by a large hand like an iron clamp.
The bearded man's heart skipped a beat and he cried out that something was wrong.

Realizing that he had fallen into the desperado's trap, he tried to launch a 'Flying Knee' to knock the opponent back, but found that his foot was stepped on.

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At this point, this battle has nothing to do with the elegant fighting techniques that humans have learned for thousands of years.

There were only two brutal beasts fighting on the field. One was hungry and eager for glory and victory, while the other had considered himself dead before entering the field and had no intention of leaving alive. As the two sides wrestled, the blades stabbed into his shoulders and stomach were constantly twisted, and Robin's intestines slowly flowed out, like sticky, skinned eels falling to the ground, exuding a smell of half-digested food...

The audience was shocked. Some screamed, some vomited. The host Kondo Yae covered his eyes with both hands and dared only to peek through the gaps between his fingers.

The senator showed an excited expression, not daring to blink, his quirk of loving blood and killing was fully satisfied.

Robin's hands and feet turned into shackles to trap the opponent. When people thought the battle was at a stalemate and the big man would bleed to death,
Robin used the most brutal and primitive attack method. He used his sharp teeth to tear off a piece of flesh from the bearded man's neck.
"Ouch!" The mercenary screamed, and suddenly he felt the big hand that was holding his wrist loosen, and his feet were still being stepped on.

So he drew out his two swords and stabbed continuously while howling wildly:

"Die! Die!"

Robin completely ignored it, allowing the other party to destroy his broken body. He concentrated his rapidly fading consciousness on his hands.
The mercenary howled in pain after digging out an eyeball with his left finger. The machete fell out of his hand.

Robin grabbed the machete with his right hand and stabbed him like crazy, while at the same time digging out his other eye with his left hand...

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Amid the screams and vomiting of the audience,
The life force of the two beasts gradually dissipated. They could no longer hold the sticky knives in their hands and slowly knelt down face to face, falling to the ground sideways.

Robin Vakiliev, whose consciousness was already scattered, still had the will to fight. His fingers groped for the handle of the knife on the ground covered with blood and internal organs.
Oscar Chandler, his eyes gouged out and his torso stabbed into a sieve, said with his last remaining breath:

"He's a good man...

I really wish we didn't meet in this way... It would be great if we were comrades...

I'll be in the trenches, sharing cans with you, bro... bandaging each other's wounds...

What a pity...what a pity..."

The mercenary tilted his head and said nothing more.
After a few seconds, both of them were silent.
The staff member bravely went over to check and reported the situation to the host.

Kondo Yae trembled as he picked up the microphone and announced the result:
"The fifth round of trial by combat,

Both sides will perish.

draw!

"