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Chapter 14: Chapter 14 “Cross Punch” and “Too gruesome to bear” (Seeking chase reading)

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A Deathmatch Duel is different from a Friendly Duel, there is no referee to explain the rules to you.

With the sound that symbolises the start of the Deathmatch Duel ringing.

Milton Cheney moves at lightning speed, with no time for probing, he sends a punch right at Scythe’s head.

The force of this punch can be imagined from the swift wind produced by it.

“Thud!”

The sound of muscular collision reverberates, and Scythe feels a wave of sour pain emanating from his forearm.

“Such mighty strength!”

His face suddenly changed, the disdain disappeared.

Milton’s strength produced a severe miscalculation from his judgement of Milton.

However, he was not worried, numerous experiences from past Deathmatch Duels allowed him to instantly regain calm.

His moves became shrewd, beginning to attack Milton’s eyes, ears, and groin, the tactics were extremely vicious.

These parts were indeed difficult to defend for novices in barehanded combat, but Scythe had picked the wrong person.

Milton is not a clueless newbie, on the contrary, his Combat Skills are at the Proficient Level like Scythe’s.

Milton’s muscle lines are distinctly visible, with each move his muscles seem to be breathing with each pulsation.

The techniques of the two fighting started to speed up gradually.

The sound emitted from stepping onto the Marble Arena is becoming more and more intense.

The continuous “thud, thud, thud” sound of close-quarter combat keeps ringing.

One move, two moves, three moves, each move Milton carries out at an extremely fast speed.

Scythe was able to block easily at the beginning, but with the increasing number of moved, his actions started to get slower and slower.

While Milton’s speed remained unchanged.

He kept throwing merciless punches at Scythe’s vital points.

Scythe felt infuriated by Milton’s attack, and he felt that the roles of the hunter and prey seem to have reversed.

Right now, he was like a mouse being toyed with by a cat.

“Cross Punch!”

moment, Scythe roared

who had been on the defending side took the chance in the

the air

seemed to feel the vibration from

“Quasi-Knight Technique!”

kind of knight techniques that rely purely on skills, not spirit, are referred to as Quasi-Knight

also falls into the category

Scythe’s unbeatable killer move in the Arena of Life and Death basically

not know that Milton was already

straight punch to clash with his,

the next moment, the crunching sound from his arm and the intense pain penetrating his mind made him leave the

“Ah!”

of the bones in his arm made him

the audience watching this Deathmatch Duel in the Arena were

like Scythe’s ultimate move, Power Punch, but it was actually taken by Lionheart so easily, and the one injured

this is a knight skill, could it be that

in the front row prepared to make a move just relaxed

could not see, but

nothing special about Milton’s move, it

how many skills you have, I’ll break them

Innate Giant Strength seems a bit peculiar, I need to

with a mere fist, this kind of strength is already infinitely close to an Official

why William was

“You are not…”

in the audience had only seen a rough overview, then Scythe, who was fighting against Milton, felt

a Quasi-Knight, you should know that he had practiced this move, Cross Punch, for

knew his strength the best, even an official knight wouldn’t fare well against

Milton Cheney,

Close range, uppercut.

which was broken, attempted to guard,

Scythe’s jaw was hit

body flew a couple of

on his back, fresh blood gushing out, forming tiny droplets onto

Milton Cheney

he let Scythe

on, astride

me, pretty boy,

face

he won’t live, he tried to irritate Cheney with

clearly, Cheney

his face,

next moment, his heavy fist descended, striking

were smashed by Cheney, trapped in his mouth and

to splatter, and Cheney began to repeatedly punch

was battered, lips turned outwards, with blood gushing

were broken and

resentment in Scythe’s eyes had long disappeared, the only emotion evident now

in the grandstand couldn’t