Chapter 660 A Skim Of The Finger

Chapter 660 A Skim Of The Finger

The state of Simyon's body out in the arena was a fraction of its former self. Cuts had developed all throughout his clothes apart from the gloves that he wore. Blood had soaked his uniform, part of it drying up.

Now as he stood there, one couldn't even tell if his eyes were open or not, as the skin around them had swollen up. Yet despite all of this, he was still standing, and even Mantis's clawed hands, the equipment that was made of metal, the edges had gone blunt with a couple of them breaking.

"Hey maybe they're not stopping this fight, because they know that there is still a chance for him to win."

"Are you crazy, is that something that's actually possible?" Another of the crowd asked. "How can one win without fighting back?"

"Well look at him, he has a solid body, right, and even Mantis's equipment is breaking, he also once in a while stops because he's hurt."

"Maybe the other person will get too tired and the fight will be declared a draw."

"And then what, does it really look like at the end of this, that the other person is going to be able to fight."

While Simyon stood there, slowly he lifted both of his arms up from his side, he placed his arms tucking them in toward his stomach, and his chin in toward his chest.

'This is just like back then, when I needed to stay awake no matter what, I'll do the same, I'll stay awake, and then something will happen, a chance will occur, I will protect everyone this time!'

There was one person in the Dark Faction that was unable to take what was happening more than any of the others. Safa had already broken down in the room, she was on her knees which were sore from having fallen over onto them, and she had a face full of tears.

"Please just call off the fight, if you were to ask of such a thing they would listen, they would have to if the Dark Faction pulls out of this!" Safa asked again.

When Liam pulled Safa he could see her holding onto her face.

"Are you okay, did you get hit?" Liam asked.

Liam had noticed the small movements that Murkle had made. His system was telling him, was noticing that everything he did, meant that he was about to attack. He moved even before Murkel had swung his arm, and was in the middle of pulling Safa away when Murkle moved his hand.

Showing how fast he was. Liam thought the two of them were safe from the hit but judging by Safa it might have not been the case. He could see, blood dripping onto the ground.

"Safa."

Liam pulled her hands away, and could see that Murkel had managed to catch her nose, it was broken, blood gushing out from it crooked to the side. The finger had only brushed, maybe not even touched Safa and this was the result.

"I have been more than lenient on your entire group because Amir stated that we would need you for this tournament." Murkel explained. "All of you have already completed your roles in this, yet you continue to make the situation worse than what it is."

Liam couldn't stop the messages pinging from his system. As it read the facial reaction and the intensity around Murkel, he started to pull Safa away bit by bit, holding onto her shoulders.

Knowing full well at any moment, they needed to do whatever it was to get out of there. He turned his head to look at the situation around, no one would dare to help him, and where even was Amir who had been gone for so long.

Simyon was also under him, so wouldn't he want to help him.

"Both of you, have already done everything needed in this tournament. There are no more fights for you to have, so I can kill you right here and now."