Chapter 14 - Chapter 14: Chapter 14 "Cross Punch" and "Too gruesome to bear" (Seeking chase reading)

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!”

Next moment, Scythe roared internally.

He who had been on the defending side took the chance in the combat to throw a punch.

This punch made even the air explode in noise.

Milton seemed to feel the vibration from the punch Scythe swung.

“Quasi-Knight Technique!”

That’s right, these kind of knight techniques that rely purely on skills, not spirit, are referred to as Quasi-Knight Techniques.

Milton’s Lionheart Slash also falls into the category of Quasi-Knight Techniques.

But Scythe’s unbeatable killer move in the Arena of Life and Death basically had no effect on Milton.

Because he did not know that Milton was already an Official Knight.

Seeing that Milton threw a straight punch to clash with his, Scythe was instantly overjoyed.

But in the next moment, the crunching sound from his arm and the intense pain penetrating his mind made him leave the joy behind.

“Ah!”

The breaking of the bones in his arm made him let out a hair-raising scream.

And at this time, the audience watching this Deathmatch Duel in the Arena were buzzed.

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

“How is this possible, this is a knight skill, could it be that Lionheart’s punch just now also has some explanation to it?”

Discussions erupted, even William who was in the front row prepared to make a move just relaxed again.

Others could not see, but William could see it clearly.

There was nothing special about Milton’s move, it only contained a crushing force.

No matter how many skills you have, I’ll break them with a single powerful move.

“Is Innate Giant Strength this fierce, Young Master’s Innate Giant Strength seems a bit peculiar, I need to ask Lord about it.”

The strength to crush a Quasi-Knight Technique with a mere fist, this kind of strength is already infinitely close to an Official Knight.

That’s why William was a bit doubtful.

“You are not…”

If the people in the audience had only seen a rough overview, then Scythe, who was fighting against Milton, felt it the clearest.

Milton was definitely not a Quasi-Knight, you should know that he had practiced this move, Cross Punch, for more than ten years.

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

Subconsciously, he was about to say something, but Milton Cheney, who understood his intentions, clearly wouldn’t let him speak.

Close range, uppercut.

The arm of Scythe, which was broken, attempted to guard, but Cheney’s speed was too fast, overpowering him.

The next moment, Scythe’s jaw was hit by Cheney’s uppercut.

His body flew a couple of meters away.

He was lying flat on his back, fresh blood gushing out, forming tiny droplets onto the marble arena.

At this moment, Milton Cheney had essentially established his victory.

Would he let Scythe go? Clearly not.

Milton Cheney pressed on, astride the fierce looking Scythe.

“Kill me, pretty boy, bastard, rubbish.”

At this moment, Scythe’s face was full of resentment.

Knowing he won’t live, he tried to irritate Cheney with words, hoping to provoke a quick death.

But clearly, Cheney wouldn’t comply.

A cruel smile was evident on his face, his right hand raised high in the air.

In the next moment, his heavy fist descended, striking Scythe’s cheek.

Several of Scythe’s teeth were smashed by Cheney, trapped in his mouth and forcibly swallowed.

Blood started to splatter, and Cheney began to repeatedly punch Scythe’s cheeks.

Scythe’s mouth was battered, lips turned outwards, with blood gushing out.

Countless teeth were broken and then swallowed into his throat.

The resentment in Scythe’s eyes had long disappeared, the only emotion evident now was fear.

The audience in the grandstand couldn’t bear to watch at this point.

Such a big grudge, smashing all of the opponent’s teeth.

“I told you, I’ll smash your mouth and then beat you to death.”

“Kill.. Uh. Me.. Uh..”

Scythe was no longer arrogant at this point, the only emotions in his eyes were pleading and begging.

A tear streamed from his eye, he never thought that he would end up like this after fighting a lifetime for that powerful Lord.

Milton Cheney’s eyes were still cold and calm.

Next, he landed another heavy punch, breaking the last of Scythe’s teeth.

Cheney had delivered seventeen punches in total.

Scythe’s mouth was now empty, filled only with fragmented flesh.

Cheney raised his fist again, and seeing his fist suspended in the air, the pleading look in Scythe’s eyes vanished, replaced with a sense of release.

The heavy fist descended, landing on Scythe’s forehead. The sound of a fractured skull echoed, fresh blood splattered.

Cheney got up, ripped off a piece of cloth from Scythe, silently wiping off the blood around his fists.

Blood stains covered his upper body muscles, none of which came from him.

The owner of the blood was now dead, with a gruesome death scene.

Scythe’s face no longer had any flesh intact because Cheney had beaten him to death mercilessly, one punch after another.

“Lio…Lionheart wins.”

The attendant announcing Milton Cheney’s victory was trembling slightly, fearing that Cheney might lash out at him too.

Hearing the news of his victory, Cheney’s expression remained unchanged as he casually tossed the blood-stained cloth on Scythe’s face.

On the spectators’ lounge, after a few moments of silence, uproarious screaming and cheering erupted.

“Lionheart! Lionheart!”

The name of Milton Cheney was being chanted by countless noble spectators.

Their eyes were filled with a hint of fanatical fascination.

Much of the audience who came here admired strength, there’s no doubt, Cheney not only beat Scythe to death in this deathmatch duel, but also won over countless spectators.

As for Scythe, who died a tragic death in the duel, no one cared.

Who was Scythe? Sorry, not familiar.

Of course, except for Scythe’s supposed powerful backstage master.

Hearing the surrounding cheers and applause, Cheney breathed out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he felt better than ever before.