Chapter 1957: Chapter 1955: Defeat
Head of the Fight Club, holder of the letter F, the absolutely free Mr. Francis.
He was also assigned to provide direct support to invaded worlds and break the “World Lock”.
Francis’s fists have a great effect in breaking the “World Lock”, if it weren’t for his presence, the lock time would likely extend by a whole day.
Support naturally ended in failure,
by the time they broke the lock, the world had already been devoured.
Feeling rather depressed, he chose to go to the Black Tower Club for a full set of massage services.
A single massage session lasted an entire day.
By the end of the massage, he couldn’t be bothered to put on the suit that symbolized failure.
Just wrapped in a towel from the club, he walked back to the [Fight Club]… If anyone gazed at him on the way, whether male or female, he would even deliberately open the towel to show off.
With steps full of absolute confidence, occasionally breaking into an awkward dance.
Just as Francis returned to the club, Updates are released by novel(ꜰ)ire.net
an assistant with legs growing all over, even the fingers structured like ‘legs’, arrived in a flash, affecting space-time with his super-fast speed.
Even the assistant’s pupils were shaped like soles.
“Boss, welcome back! This is the incident record that happened during your absence at the club, nothing much really.”
“If there’s nothing much, I won’t look at it…
Find me five guys who recently achieved a ‘ten consecutive wins’, not seriously injured and at king level, to warm up with me.
Never thought the Out of control’s tactics were so tricky, before the next [World Lock], I need to properly adjust my state, hoping to break that black membrane in a shorter time, my previous performance was really embarrassing.”
The assistant immediately took out a tool similar to a tablet for member search.
Ten consecutive wins, intact bodies, King level as primary search terms.
Member info meeting the requirements projected into the air,
Just as the search was complete and the assistant was preparing to notify those fitting the criteria under ‘the boss’s name’.
His foot-shaped arm was suddenly held down by the boss.
Because, among the pop-up search results, there was a young man that piqued his interest.
“What? That kid Nicholas has already reached king level? And he’s currently fighting… Check which fight he’s in, I’m going to have a look.”
The assistant who had identified the route immediately led the boss.
The assistant was curious, the club had many king level members; why the boss was so concerned about this young man.
Himself, due to dedicating wholeheartedly to both internal and external club management and various trivial incidents,
was not very aware of each member’s identity background, let alone paying attention to new members who joined in recent years.
While leading the way, he secretly accessed detailed member info about ‘Nicholas’.
Just two lines of information almost made him twist his ankle.
“What! The Mature Body joined the club under the ‘special recommendation’ of Headless, and became king in ten years!
Also the only candidate for M… I actually didn’t notice this figure.”
Francis also expressed his own favoritism directly,
“Nicholas is a perfect blend of Black Tower and Demon elements, and his talent exceeds my highest estimation.
No wonder Charles has also partly shifted his attention towards this recently, having multiple private talks with Mento.”
“Director Charles!? Even such a figure takes notice of this kid.”
“Let alone Charles, I also value… It’s just troublesome, don’t want to meddle again.”
Francis, wrapped only in a towel, along with the assistant arrived at the fighting zone.
Five circles of audiences surrounded inside and outside, even some department managers and frequent winners were drawn to the scene.
Being too engrossed in watching, many didn’t even realize the boss had arrived.
Until they felt someone pushing from behind,
turning angrily with widened eyes, preparing to curse,
only to find the boss’s muscle-stuffed belly pressing against their backs,
glancing down to see something seemingly poking them from within the towel covering the boss’s lower body,
not only getting chills on their spine but also feeling a faint pain at the back.
“Shh! Keep it down, don’t disturb the personnel on stage.”
The boss thus stepped to the frontmost, puffing out his muscle-stuffed belly, draping the towel.
The assistant with legs growing everywhere followed at his side.
“Oh! To think he could push Xi Sui to this extent, the instinct of danger causes the [Throne] to vaguely reveal itself… Can such a situation be turned around? Nicholas.”
Han Dong, with slender bone needles piercing through multiple joint areas of his body, greatly reducing his action efficiency,
even the center of his chest was pierced through by an entire thigh bone,
yet Han Dong still didn’t fall, maintaining the same fighting stance.
Xi Sui had numerous bone fractures throughout his body, yet not a single one shattered, his physical condition was evidently better than Han Dong’s.
However, Xi Sui’s mentality shifted a great deal.
『Why can he still pose ? All the joints and acupoints are sealed.
Not to mention a “thigh bone” piercing through his chest, the bone impact should’ve affected his entire body long ago, how can he still move? Why is his gaze still so resolute?』
The fractures on Xi Sui’s bones stemmed from Han Dong’s left arm attacks.
『From the beginning of the bout,
this guy has consistently maintained a state of right arm as shield, left arm as spear for attack… indeed a wise choice.
My “Golden Bone” can almost immune all physical attacks, the blood-attributed right arm is ineffective against me, only the left arm can break through Golden Bone’s defense.
Why not just chop off your left arm, then victory and defeat will naturally be decided.』
Xi Sui quietly altered the structure of his arm bones, stepping forward.
Swoosh! He actively attacked.
Xi Sui was originally of an agile type, extremely fast, almost instantly closing in front of Han Dong,
based on the previous fights, he had already constructed Han Dong’s attack method in his mind, all focus pinned on Han Dong’s ‘Death Left Arm’.
Once the left arm attacked, he was confident in performing a “perfect evade” and then shear it off.
Han Dong’s action was identical to the last few times.
First, using the right arm blocking in front, paired with the body, delivering a frontal collision to disrupt Xi Sui’s balance.
Upon collision completion.
The left arm dissipating black aura, like a spear, delivered a fast lunge punch.
A throne built and accumulated from Golden Skeleton appeared behind Xi Sui.
The boost from the throne instantly stabilized his body balance, a perfect evasion!
the right arm bone transformed… Buzz! The arm bone became a golden knife edge.
A diagonal slash, the left arm enveloped in black air fell instantly.
As Xi Sui focused on the severed left arm, feeling joyous,
out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Han Dong unexpectedly maintaining a smile, a faint voice slowly emanating from Han Dong’s lips.
“Mr. Xi Sui, finally got you to focus on the left arm… Apologies.”
a sense of danger overflowed Xi Sui’s entire body, as if fresh blood was infiltrating every inch of his skeleton.
Within Han Dong’s right arm, already charged up, veins, almost protruding and exploding, covered the surface of skin… The blood cells flowing inside were incredibly blade-shaped.
A punch slammed into Xi Sui’s skull, half of the arm’s surface veins burst open.
A mist of blood dispersed through the fighting arena,
the shattered skull of Xi Sui, together with his skeletal body, flew outside the ring.
Among the onlookers, the boss was the first to clap and cheer.
Due to the vigorous action, the towel slid to the ground during clapping…