Capítulo 279: War; End

Art of Perpetual Death: Dragon's Maw, Fai chose. 

Momentarily inhabiting a speed that surpassed his opponent's own, the tan, bloodied martial artist left the holds of the ground as he dashed directly towards the Argonaut--holding his hands out in front of him as if wielding a sphere. 

With a swipe of his hands too fast to see, he passed by Avdima--stopping just behind the man as he turned to witness the fruits of his effort. 

Tilting his head, not by his own choice, Avdima's neck bore an unnatural protrusion of his bone prodding his own flesh. Grabbing hold of his own head by gripping his chin and hair, a sudden tug by the man let out a stomach-churning crack as his neck was fixed into place. 

"You managed to survive that one...can't say I'm surprised."

"That was a close one--trying to snap my neck like that. Luckily, I managed to guess correctly--otherwise, I'd be six feet under. Ha-ha!"