Chapter 733 -3 Simple and Easy
The echo of the closing gate still reverberated in the hallway.
The ‘spectators’ watching were all dumbfounded.
"What does this newcor want to do?”
"He’s not thinking of completing the ‘hunt’ here, is he?”
"Impossible, unless he’s gone mad!”
"Which ‘Mad Hunter’ here isn’t stronger than him?”
...
"Would any normal person beco a ‘Mad Hunter’?”
"What a crazy guy!”
"Damn, I thought my bet could still be salvaged!”
"Hey, I’m waiting to see him die a miserable death!”
…
Barrages of comnts stread across the screen, denser by far compared to the sporadic ones before.
However, no one had faith in Jason.
Most of the comnts were schadenfreude.
A minority were curses.
Because, they’d all placed their bets on Jason.
Scattered among them were so opposing the ‘mad ga,’ but they were quickly drowned out by other comnts, vanishing without a trace.
Outside the cell, Jason was unaware of all this.
He stood quietly, his expression completely hidden by the mask, waiting for his first prey.
Soon, a tal gate deep in the corridor opened.
Clang!
With the sound of tal shifting, a large, robust figure burst out, repeatedly slamming against the gate.
The adversary’s muscles were developed beyond the imagination of an ordinary person; even when he failed to halt his montum and hit the opposite wall, he just shook his head and stabilized his body.
On that hideous face, there wasn’t a single trace of pain.
Only brutality.
Only madness.
The next mont, the ‘Mad Hunter’ spotted Jason.
"Kill him, big boy!”
"Tear him apart, big boy!”
"Let him understand the aning of ‘mad hunt’!”
…
On the ‘Mad Hunter’s’ screen, comnts flowed like a torrent.
Even on the screen belonging to Jason, similar comnts started to increase.
Especially when the ‘Mad Hunter’ nad ‘Big Boy’ began rushing toward Jason, the spectators frantically tapped at their keyboards, venting the rising adrenaline.
Getting closer!
Even closer!
‘Big Boy’ had sprinted up to the ‘newcor.’
Their breathing accelerated.
Their cheeks flushed.
They widened their eyes, determined not to miss a single thrilling detail.
And then—
Splat!
Blood spurted out.
A head flew into the air.
"Nicely do
Many who were focused on this scene started to cheer when the blood splattered, but the cheers broke off as soon as they began.
Because, the one who fell wasn’t the ‘newcor.’
It wasn’t “Big Boy”!
What happened?
Those “audience mbers” sat there stunned.
But just seconds later, hundreds of people once again started sending barrage after barrage of comnts.
"Replay!”
"Quick, replay!”
"Cheating”
…
As similar comnts began to appear, the live video started replaying.
Everyone saw clearly in the slowed-down replay what had just happened.
"Big Boy” spread his arms and pounced toward the “newcor,” as in previous matches, and based on previous experience, “Big Boy” would embrace the “newcor” and then strangle them in his arms or hoist them high above his head and viciously smash them to the ground.
Flesh and bone colliding with the hard concrete floor naturally results in broken bones and tendons, if not death.
And this was what all the “audience mbers” knew about “Big Boy.”
It was what they were expecting.
But such a result did not occur.
The “newcor” effortlessly dodged “Big Boy’s” attack.
Then, with a swing of his blade.
"Big Boy” was muscular, but against the Broad Blade Cleaver’s edge, it was still useless.
A flash of the blade, and the huge head rolled to the ground.
All “audience mbers” watching the replay footage stared blankly at “Big Boy’s” disbelieving ugly face.
Similar expressions surfaced on their faces, too.
About three seconds after the barrage on Jason’s screen paused, it exploded.
"Aweso!”
"This newcor is no ordinary guy!”
"Are you kidding ? Calling this guy a ‘newcor’?”
"Definitely an old hand in disguise!”
"Upstairs you’re an idiot, can’t you check the official data!”
"Won!”
"This win’s in the bag! I’m going to make a fortune!”
"Sure enough, bet it all on the newcor!”
"Think you’re going to win? It’s too early!”
"Don’t forget he’s still at the ‘Starting Point,’ even if he scores 20 points, he has to leave the ‘Starting Point’ to claim victory.”
"Right!”
"The two ‘Hunters’ behind won’t let him go.”
"Especially that ‘Wheelchair Thinker,’ who not only has the strength but also has superior intelligence.”
"That guy’s ability to strategize is impressive, in the past few ‘District Matches,’ he has secured the ultimate victory through his successive strategic plays.”
…
With a flick of the blade, the bloodstained edge dropped its crimson drops.
Jason didn’t even glance at the fallen ‘Hunter.’
The guy looked muscular, but not a bit of skill, and on top of that, not too bright either. Although an ordinary person might get scared by that kind of crazed appearance, in Jason’s eyes, the guy was just a clumsy, senseless beast.
Dealing with such, really was too easy.
However, Jason didn’t take the ease of his first victory to underestimate his upcoming opponents.
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Facing any enemy, he had to give it his all!
That’s what he learned in Nightless City.
Death is regrettable.
But the most regrettable thing is to die clenching your cards, without having played them.
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