That person dressed in black with green accents. His eyes were dull, and his body looked thin and sickly. Compared to the previous participants, seeing this unhealthy-looking man pass all the tests was strange.
His appearance looked out of place, but one thing truly stuck out: his hands. They had thick veins, were swollen, and were slightly blue-black.
"You are younger than I thought," The sickly man said with a mocking smile.
"I'm sixteen."
"More surprising... Could the girl from before be the same age as you? She was lucky to meet an opponent like him; if she fought me, she would lose, and her life would be..." The man didn't finish his sentence and continued to laugh in a low voice.
"What do you mean?" His impression dropped.
"Well, you'll find out sooner or later. There's already a signal; let's step back a little." He walked back without turning around. Although his words were very expressive, his eyes remained dead and emotionless.
Boom!
When the gong blasted, Ives remained silent and waited for his opponent to make the first move. His eyes stared intently at the sickly guy, his gut telling him that there was something strange about his hands.
"Let's trade blows, my friend~" He stepped forward at a moderate pace. His hands came in and placed beside his waist. Making a claw motion with his fingers touching his palm, he immediately launched a palm strike toward his opponent.
Moving his right hand and concentrating on his wrist, Ives deflected the attack with a quick flick.
Although his first attack failed, it didn't mean he would stop. Flexing his waist to an extreme angle, he launched his second attack from an unexpected direction!
'No good!' Shiver, Ives immediately somersaulted forward to avoid it.
After regaining his balance, he stared at him, grumbling at his abnormal movement. Twisting his waist to such a degree? He wondered why his backbone didn't break!
"Not bad, you have some interesting moves. However, you made a fatal mistake by touching my hand, kekekeke~" The man's eyes narrowed as he chuckled.
Fatal mistake? He blocked it perfectly, and that sickly guy said he had made a fatal mistake?
'Could it be?!' When he looked at his wrist, he was shocked to see that his skin had changed color, and his flesh had also swollen!
'This must be poison!' Using his left hand, he makes a horizontal cut right at the swollen part. After that, he grabbed and squeezed his wrist to pull the poison out.
"Useless, useless~ Once the poison gets in, it's spread." The Poisoned Hand commented in a sarcastic voice.
"This is a deadly one. You know that killing during a match is prohibited, right?" Ives sucked the remaining poison and spat it out.
"Worry not, my friend; I don't mean to kill you, not in this arena, of course. Maybe after this match? Besides, no rule states that a contestant will be disqualified for an opponent dying after a match."
"I see. In that case, I won't hold back." Reaching his sword hilt, he pulled his sword from its sheath.
"So, you want to kill me too? That's what I was hoping for, kekeke~" The Poisoned Hand felt ecstatic as he saw his gaze change. Full of ambition and desire to kill! That's the kind of gaze he likes!
"No." Don't get him wrong, he wasn't going to kill his opponent, but that didn't mean he didn't intend to cut off that bastard hand.
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