Sss...
This sword thrust, carrying all of Hawkins's strength, pierced through Simon Sandy's proud skin and stabbed into his body!
But in the next moment, Hawkins discovered that after the tip of his sword sank a few centimeters into Simon Sandy's body, it seemed to get stuck on something and could not advance another inch!
"Hiss, brat, you really did well!"
Simon Sandy sucked in a breath from the pain, but he tensed his muscles and firmly locked Hawkins's rapier in place, making it impossible to either push it deeper or pull it out.
He sneered at Hawkins, grabbed his body with both hands, and violently slammed his head forward!
With a bang, Hawkins groaned and was sent flying by the headbutt, crashing through and collapsing the building behind him!
Simon Sandy stepped forward, his feet rumbling against the ground like a tank.
Hawkins returned to his original form. Blood trickled from his nose and mouth, but his gaze remained as calm as an ancient well. Looking at Simon Sandy, he said evenly, "Your fortune will still come to a complete end here. Your chance of leaving this island alive is one percent..."
"Hmph, are you only capable of talking big, brat?!"
Simon Sandy gave a cold laugh, unaffected by Hawkins's words. Fortune? He did not buy that nonsense at all!
Hawkins struggled to his feet, bracing his rapier against the ground. With his other hand, he quietly wiped the blood belonging to Simon Sandy from the sword tip, reached into his clothes, and smeared it onto a straw doll.
As the blood seeped in, the straw doll's limbs suddenly twitched.
"Your odds of victory have been completely decided at this very moment!!"
Hawkins's cold words rang out as he looked directly at Simon Sandy.
"Are you dreaming, brat?!"
Simon