In the damp, chilly tomb passage, Ren Ye locked his left arm around No. 11's neck and kept swinging the branch in his right hand.
Not far away, the other players instinctively backed off. Some watched coldly, while others hesitated over whether to intervene.
Thud!
A flying kick came from the side and struck Ren Ye squarely in the waist.
The clever Scholar had made his move. He kicked Ren Ye against the wall, then swung a fist at him.
No. 11 was already tall, burly, and powerfully built. With Scholar suddenly helping him, he instantly broke free of Ren Ye's left arm and staggered back two steps.
He reached up to touch his neck. Blood poured out. Just left of his Adam's apple, the branch had gouged a wound half a finger long, its flesh turned outward in a horrifying sight.
If Ren Ye had been holding a knife, it would certainly have pierced his neck. But a branch was far less lethal. Its point hadn't been deliberately sharpened, and the break was jagged. Against anything hard, it certainly wasn't as sharp as steel...
Besides, No. 11 was a living, breathing person, after all. He couldn't possibly stand there obediently and let Ren Ye stab him. When he saw Ren Ye raise his arm, he instinctively drew his head back. That dodge let the branch tear open his flesh and scrape past the side.
But even so, touching that horrifying wound still filled him with lingering fear.
This No. 5 was so fucking underhanded. He'd clearly been trying to stab me to death.
At that thought, No. 11 charged back. "Kill him!"
Beside him, Scholar grabbed Ren Ye's topknot with his left hand and clenched his right fist, ready to pound the side of his face.
"Kill one and