Chapitre 1005: Industrial Elf Spy
The Bone Crusher knew his time was nigh. He looked over to the side in the crowd and saw his so-called fans shaking their heads in disappointment. The Bone Crusher suddenly gained a boost of power. He grabbed Feng by his throat driving him through 2 walls into the next arena where the other 1rst round preliminaries were being held. The Bone Crusher wrestled Feng to the ground, strangling him with all of his power and might. Feng began laughing. The Bone Crusher was still in fact a regular human being. He easily ripped out of The Bone Crusher's grip, shoving his hand in his stomach. The Bone Crusher instantly turned pale. He vomited up at least 2 pints of blood into Feng's face. Feng was disgusted and angry. He punched The Bone Crusher in his face, breaking both his jaws. The Bone Crusher staggered. He could barely stand straight or see well. Jimmy collapsed on one knee. Feng began shaking his head. He walked up to The Bone Crusher and said: Back down." You have already lost this fight."
He could hear The Bone Crusher breathing heavily like a racehorse. The crowd began booing, throwing tomatoes at the weakened Bone Crusher. " You suck!!" yelled one of the prisoners in the crowd. Feng walked past The Bone Crusher, sucking teeth. " I thought you would have been much of a better challenge than this. " I guess I overestimated you." This made the Bone Crusher grow angry. He had a hidden knife in his heel. He pulled out the knife and turned around, running towards Feng like a bull. Feng halted and smiled. His eyes flashed red. He generated double damage energy around his right forearm, quickly turned around, punching The Bone Crusher in his chest. The double damage energy spread through the Bone Crusher's body like a virus. Abruptly The Bone Crusher exploded in blood.
Feng began snickering. The announcer's jaw was hanging on the ground. The entire crowd was surprised. They instantly started cheering. Feng acquired all of The Bone Crusher's fans. They began chanting his name. Feng dispersed the double damage energy from around his forearm, taking a deep breath and sighing. He didn't want to kill the Bone Crusher. However, even though he gave him so many chances to yield, he refused. Feng walked off the arena and heard the announcer shout his name. He automatically announced to the next round of the preliminaries. Victor Zen watched from the V.I.P stands. He knew that the man he just watched was Feng but in another body. He heard all the news of the downfall of The Zen Clan while he was in his big fancy prison cell which like a hotel.
It was Victor's time to fight. Since he was a well-known swordsman he wouldn't compete in the prem He would advance straight to the first round. He was going up against a man named Razor often called The Wicked by many people who were terrified by him. He was an AI created by the Industrial Elfs as a spy. He was placed in a well-constructed cyborg body that had all the qualities of a human being. The cyborg body was 6'5 weighing 210 pounds. Razor's weapon was his body. He had blond black with blonde highlights. His eyes green and yellow while his pupil was black. A dragon tattoo surrounded his entire right arm. Victor stepped in the ring and patiently waited. He looked into the crowd and saw many nobles and high officials of The Royal Elven Kingdom watching. He also saw a strange hooded man in the crowd with his arms folded as if he was waiting for something big to happen. Victor was growing agitated. Razor was taking long to show his face. Suddnely Victor began heard loud footsteps approaching.
Razor quickly ran and jumped onto the ring with a big smile on his face. As the announcer announced their names, both contestants were ready to fight to the death. Razor was the first one to strike first. He stuck out his hand and fired out a red beam. Victor easily evaded the beam, pulling out 2 elven swords. One he held in his hand, while the other was in his mouth. He sprinted towards Razor, stabbing him in his stomach. The elven sword shattered to pieces. Razor laughed. He drove his knee into Victor's chest, shattering a couple of his bones. Victor spat up chunks of blood, staggering towards the edge, trying his best not to fall off. Once a contestant fell off the stage/ arena, he was immediately eliminated from the tournament. He front flipped over Razor, landing perfectly on his feet. Victor spat the elven sword from his mouth at Razor's face. Razor grinned, easily grabbing the elven sword. " Please. He crushed the sword into pieces like glass. No type of weapon can harm me you fucking fool." You already have lost this fight if you think you strategies will work against me." Razor clenched his hands into fists, causing the entire arena to shake and rumble.
Victor saw an opening and decided to take it. Double damage energy wrapped around his left arm. A spiritual aura whip was created. The whip acted like a snake. As he lashed out his arm, Razor opened his hands, releasing out a shockwave. After the shockwave dispersed, smoke surrounded the area. Victor was nowhere to be found. A splatter of blood was seen on the ground. This splatter of blood belonged to Razor. He had slices on his chest, stomach, face, back, legs, and neck. As more and more blood leaked out of his body, the more the body progressed and failed him. He collapsed on his knees and laughed. " Well played swordsman. Well played. Razor turned his head and saw Victor who was unharmed. Victor never showed his true power. He was destined to get back his sword. He walked up to Razor and round housed in his face. Razor's head smashed on the ground. Victor then placed his foot on Razor's head. " I know who you are and I know what you are." An AI like you can never make me bleed or yell mercy. Never. He placed force into his stomping causing his head to be crushed.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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