"What a shame. He can't hear us, so we can't humiliate him."
Inoue regretfully drew his blade and sliced across Thirteen's arm.
Dozens of cuts already covered his body, as though he were being executed by a thousand cuts.
"But... I can cut him into a thousand pieces. Hehe."
Inoue licked his lips with sick delight, deliberately slicing through his opponent's skin, cut by cut.
Like a cat toying with a mouse.
He watched his opponent's feeble resistance with a smile.
"If only they could be a little more afraid."
Amir Mo looked regretfully at Old Ninth, who remained standing despite being covered in blood.
An ordinary person would probably have lost all composure long ago in these circumstances.
Old Ninth was like a venomous snake, patiently holding back, waiting for a chance to deliver a fatal blow.
Chairman Bai sighed. "Honestly, I don't want to kill them. If we do, we'll fall out with the Dragon Kingdom completely."
"What a shame."
Bam!
An overwhelming force kicked Little White Tiger flying.
Venting his fury, Amir muttered to himself, "When you killed my son, did you ever think this day would come?"
His face covered in blood and his body riddled with wounds, Little White Tiger staggered to his feet.
Half his body hung limp, and he swayed unsteadily.
As though a gust of wind could knock him over.
"Go join my son in death!"
Amir roared furiously.
He pressed two fingers together and thrust them toward Little White Tiger's head.
Bam!
A muffled impact rang out.
His large hand stopped half an inch in front of Little White Tiger.
"You... how is that possible?"
Amir's eyes widened in disbelief.
All five senses were gone.
Little White Tiger should have had no way to block his attack.
The next moment.
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