"Ahahahahaha...!!"
Seeing that his move had worked, Scott lay in a corner, so excited he nearly coughed up blood.
"Bet you didn't see that coming! That's what you get for messing with the great Scott!!"
But before he could celebrate for more than a few seconds, Boothill recovered from his petrified state and stumbled a few steps, bent over.
His eyes sharpened.
"Dirty trick! I'll love you to death with one shot!!"
Bang—!!
Before Scott's terrified eyes, a bullet tore through his chest.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—!!
Boothill fired several more shots. Scott convulsed as blood sprayed everywhere.
At last, Scott passed out.
"The winner of this match is Galaxy Ranger—Boothill!!"
"Where's the medical team? Save him, quick! Specialist Scott, hang in there!!"
Jimi panicked at the sight of Scott's condition.
"Tch."
In the middle of the ring, Boothill spun his revolver and cast Scott a disdainful glance.
"Thought you'd be tougher than that. With a body like yours, you'd better train some more."
At the judges' table.
Yan Huan rested both hands on the table and looked solemnly at Sparkle beside him.
"That Scott kid looked so badass. How come his health bar was so pathetic?"
"He couldn't even take a few bullets. I thought he'd turned into a Saiyan."
"Looks like his body didn't get much tougher," Sparkle mused.
"But judging by the state he's in, he'll probably have to skip his match with March 7th."
"Hey, I'd love to see him get back up. Hope the company's tech can bring him back to full health within half an hour."
"Mr. Scott, are you all right? Stay with us!!" A company employee desperately covered Scott's nose and mouth.
"Mr. Scott, say something!!"
"Waaah... Don't do this. Don't leave us!!"
He pressed down hard with both