1731 Anything Goes
Loosening his muscles, Ghost took an arrogant defensive stance, knowing he was bound to win.
Forget the stabbed injury on his lower side belly.
He has fought with bigger crowds under such injuries before.
So what was one Pyno trash that he couldn't handle?
Death seems unfazed by Ghost's intimidating pose.
His eyes remained empty, as deep as an abyss for at this moment, he couldn't feel pain at all.
Baymardian techniques vs Morg techniques... which one was superior.?
Ready... and... Fight!
Boom!
Both landed swift attacks on each other, going back and forth in an epic display, leaving those watching from the surroundings with dropped jaws.
What?
Were they blind or was that Pyno scum keeping up with their leader?
How can this be? This wasn't a dream, right? In the surroundings, many felt their hearts stop.
No. No...
It shouldn't be like this.
Not even they can keep up with their boss when ur cane to fighting one on one. So why was this Pyno trash doing any better?
(^~^)
So what if he was Number 1 in Pyno?
Number 1 in Pyno lands you a mid-grade level in Veinitta.
Heck! It might even land you a lesser title than they estimated.
So why was Death so powerful? And what were these techniques they were witnessing?
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Blink. Blink…
Wipe!
You can do that too?
(-0-)
Everyone saw their leader send a powerful swing at Death, only for Death to become flexible like an eel, putting both hands on the floor and twirling his legs manically.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
A triple hit!
Death struck their boss on his injury, opening his wound under his side belly even more.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Ghost in his pain and anger, grabbed one of Death's, forcing throwing him to the icy, rough grounds that tore his back and pieces of his clothes.
Bloody son of a b**ch!
Ghost's eyes were red with pain, feeling tremors erupting from his heart.
Ghost didn't need to look down to know an intestine was almost flying out.
Hiss!~
The air inside one's belly wasn't supposed to mingle with the standard air outside, especially with winter's frost here.
Good boy!
You're not that dumb after all.
Death must've known that the only way to truly take him down was to target his injury.
He, Ghost, was 5 years younger than Death, having more strength than the old fleabag.
He also had better stamina and endurance than Death, so everything is estimated to be advantageous to Ghost unless Death targets his injury.
Slowly rising like the walking dead, Death rose despite his bloodied back, wasting no time running towards Ghost.
And then, round 2 began.
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Pah! Pah! Boom! Pah! Bam! Boom! Pah!
Many in the surroundings were once again refreshed by Death's bizarre techniques, some shameless, some slippery and some straightforward.
F***!
Can you be any more shameless as to poke their leader's eyes mid-fight?
Wasn't there some global understanding that eyes could only be stabbed by daggers, swords and other weapons in manly ways?
Have you no shame when poking your 2 fingers in the leader's eyes that way?
Death sent a swift-fisted hand toward Ghost's face. And when Ghost grabbed his wrist inches away from his nose, everyone thought that was it.
However, no one could've prepared them for Death's shameless move of releasing 2 fingers and poking Ghost's eyes with them.
This... this..
Shameless!
Indeed, it worked because for a split second Ghost's brain was empty in disbelief until he received a fierce attack on his injury again.
"You cheater!"Ghost bellowed in a crazed state.
Cheater! This is definitely cheating somehow!
He also hated Death for pushing his eyelashes into his eyes, causing his eyes to turn moist and his vision to struggle.
But Ghost remained calm, as he no longer relied on his sight but on his hearing to deal with Death.
Waiting for the right opportunity to strike, he gathered his aura and released it on Death's ribcage, almost breaking a few bones in the process.
"Iron Fist Magnum!"
Boom!
Death flew back, rolled in the snow and scratched his face severally from the blow alone.
Pouff~
A mouth chug of blood flew out his mouth, acknowledging that Ghost was indeed very strong.
He and Ghost had roughly the same battle experience so it boiled down to their techniques, strength and body abilities to know who could be the last man standing.
Death could feel his entire body twitching drastically, as the blow from earlier was still rippling within his body.
It was amazing that Ghost could still put up a strong fight despite his true pain with his intestines nearly hanging out.
Death had tried grabbing the intestines and yanking them out, but Ghost was super protective of the area.
Sure enough, after pushing him away, Ghost hastily took off a layer of his upper garments, tying it around his waist, stopping his intestines from protruding out.
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Fhoooo~
Taking a deep breath and calling his sweaty body, Ghost's cold eyes now fell on Death.
Death was covered in blood from head to toe. He was beaten and thrown so many times Ghost had failed to count.
Ghost was also bloodied, but not as much as Death.
Ghost had to admit that he had a deep fear of Death's new techniques.
From a spectator's point of view, they seem like nothing.
Only when one faces them himself do they know the lethality of each attack?
Do you know how many times Death has come close to ending him?
Ghost's most feared attack from Death was the one where he was pinned on his belly.
Death sat on his butt and pulled his legs back.
Ghost didn't know why his body's reflex was to tap on the icy floors as if wanting someone to take his place.
The pain was so unbearable and Ghost couldn't figure out why it was so heart-stopping.
It was only when Death paused to reach for his intestines did he have a chance to break out.
But here was the thing. He broke out and found his legs had gone to sleep.
Honestly, fighting as a crippled man was the most troubling thing he had to do.
Luckily, after a short while, he felt the sensation back on his feet.
Ghost was sure that if death had continued pulling his legs for longer, his legs might've gone to sleep for several minutes and even hours.
By then, Death would have killed him.
For a moment, Ghost couldn't help growing in annoyance with those bloody bastards who gave him the list of all of Death's techniques.
What a bunch of incompetent pricks!
Okay.
If you were going to let him cheat, why not gather everything in one?
They assured him the list was complete with all moves Death was known to use. So what was this?
What were the many techniques he faced that almost took his life right now?
Are you sure you guys aren't hiding some for your amusement?
Ghost's face looked like someone owed him a million Vyns.
Earlier, Ghost hated the idea of cheating. But now that things had come to this with his life threatened every few seconds, Ghost now cursed the TOEP for their sudden incompetence.
If he had a true list of all of Death's abilities he would've counterattacked more easily, knowing how each more would flow rather than being supported every few seconds now and then.
Don't you know in that moment of surprise, Death would always plunge deadlier attacks his way?
Ghost knew that if not for him the Morg techniques he learned and his bigger strength compared to Death, he would have long been dead.
But now, this is the end of the line, isn't it?
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Behind his mask, Ghost smiled menacingly, after seeing Death lay on the ground, breathing hard in defeat.
"If you had more strength than I did, I would've been the one laying there."
"Hahahahahahahahaha~"
Death, who had been in an abyss state, soon regained his former playful demeanor after enjoying the rigorous and tough battle.
That was all he wanted, to face his opponent in a true sense.
"You're not bad yourself... though you cheated earlier."
"Again, you're talking nonsense. I don't know what you mean by cheating, but shouldn't it be you who cheats with those shameless techniques of yours?"
Ghost would never admit it before his men.
Impossible!
(V^V)
It was okay to know one or 2 techniques your opponent has. But to gather a lot of so many was indeed cheating. But so what? Who will know?
As of now, his men might assume he cheated by having them surrounding the vicinity when they both swore to not bring any of their men close to the arena zone.
"You look terrible."
"Really? That's too bad. I would've loved to look my best before I die... But hey... do you recall the last rules for challenges?"
"Yes... " Ghost replied calmly, with his sword raised above Death's neck. "In the case of obvious cheating, anything goes."
"Well now, you said it yourself, ANYTHING GOES."
"What do you--"
A terrible premonition flashed through Ghost's eyes, as he hastily swung his sword to end Death.
"DIE!!!"
