The parking lot was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood soared into the air.
The Predator warrior stood tense from head to toe, maintaining the highest vigilance. His eyes were locked firmly on Russell; at that moment, there was only prey in his eyes.
Whether he killed or was killed did not matter. In this battle, he would earn unprecedented glory.
A murderous aura filled the air. A great battle was about to erupt!
In contrast, Russell's dead-fish eyes grew increasingly bewildered.
The warrior across from him looked so serious, fighting with his honor and life on the line. Should he go easy on him, drag out the fight for a few more rounds, and let him die with a little dignity?
That would not do. Secretly holding back would insult the Predator warrior's honor, but... if he did not hold back and killed him instantly, would that not make him lose face?
What a dilemma. What should he do?
Russell realized that life was hard for him. At the Predator warrior's level, one punch from him could make the guy cry for a long time.
He respected the other man's belief in challenging himself and his stubborn devotion to honor. During the earlier chaos, the Predator warrior had passed up several excellent chances to ambush him, nor had he activated the Electromagnetic Cannon to sneakily blast his face with plasma.
Though it would have made no difference whether it hit or missed, that was not the point. The point was that the Predator warrior's integrity greatly impressed Russell.
Because he did not have that sort of thing himself, he found it rather rare.
Clang!
Just as Russell's thoughts began to wander, the Predator warrior could no longer bear the tense atmosphere and launched the first attack.
He