By the time the tournament reached the Ninth Match, none of the remaining Death Match Participants could be weak.
And burdened with their missions, they were even less likely to back down.
The Ninth and Tenth Matches featured two mercenaries from Aus. They were Lu PingAn's hunters, and naturally chose death matches.
The Eleventh and Twelfth Matches belonged to two Holy Sons from the Maiden of the Forest Church. If Lu PingAn had not forcibly insisted that Eve go last, it would have been hard to say which of them was stronger.
"Yo, young man. We don't actually have any deep-seated grudge between us, but I'm being paid to do a job, so sorry about this."
The smiling mercenary Lottel.Ham stood opposite him. His cowboy-like outfit and the firearms at his sides were especially eye-catching.
"It's fine. You want my life in exchange for money, and I'm planning to take yours too."
Lu PingAn smiled as he replied.
There was no need to repeatedly emphasize his hatred for the Aus. Since this man was an assassin sent specifically to deal with him, no matter how "friendly" he acted, Lu PingAn had no intention of showing mercy.
"Yo, that's not very friendly."
Though he said that, Lottel neither denied it nor changed his mind about making this a death match.
Words? Friendliness? Meaningless. Since they were standing here, only one outcome awaited them.
Before sufficiently great interests and grudges, before conflicts involving national and international powers, their relationship could only be one of life and death.
"...Ahhh, this is getting a little troublesome. Can't you just let me finish this easily, collect my payment, and go back to enjoying my vacation?"
Yet beneath that lazy, cynical tone were eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
Lottel toyed with his leather gloves as