Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 68 Provoke At this moment.

A mercenary went down amid the crowd's cheers.

"It's John." Jack glanced at the blonde, blue-eyed Caucasian man who was about to face the challenge. He exclaimed in surprise. “Is he crazy?" Jack grabbed the railing and said agitatedly, "He's not a match with that guy. He's going to get himself killed." White Owl and his companions appeared to be worried.

John used to be a member of the Blackwater Mercenary Corps, but for various reasons, he left Blackwater and joined another mercenary group, The two men were the centre of attention.

John was cautious. He dared not attack recklessly but stayed on guard.

The black mercenary looked down on his opponent. He suddenly launched an attack, his fist smashing into John's face. The speed was astonishingly rapid. John narrowly dodged, but unexpectedly fell for a trick and took a heavy blow to the abdomen.

The disparity in strength between the two was obvious. The black mercenary's fists rained down relentlessly, overwhelming John, who couldn't defend himself.

Punch after punch, each landed squarely on his body. They could hear the sound of bones breaking.

The black mercenary was ruthless, aiming all his punches at the man's face. John took several punches. His. once handsface was now completely disfigured and covered in blood.

The mercenary group the black mercenary belonged to had a very bad reputation. He had just taunted. everyone, and this scene left many people indignant.

"Damn it!" Jack gripped the railing tightly. His veins bulged on the back of his hands.

leaned against the railing, watching the scene below. She suddenly spoke up, "Is no one going to stop him from killing that man?" George heard her and looked at her.

"In the duel tournament, fate determines life and death once you enter the arena, he replied after at moment of silence. "No one can intervene, nor do they need to take responsibility." Very few actually end up killing someone. These mercenaries, who live by their combat skills, prefer to leave their enemies crippled rather than kill them.

Unless it was a personal vendetta The black mercenary on the field had obviously gone all out.

Isabelle knew the rules; she simply and deliberately asked George.

Instead of responding directly, Isabelle changed the subject suddenly. She asked, “It's the last day. Aren't 1/3 Chapter 68 Provoke of yours show your strength?" George's pupils suddenly contracted upon hearing this.

The girl, who had been watching the scene below, suddenly looked over her shoulder and let out a half- smile at him.

Their eyes met.

George remained impassive and replied, "For the sake of fairness, we shouldn't participate." "Too bad!" Isabelle said.

George stared at her, asking. "When did you figure it out?" His actual question was, when had she confirmed his identity? Isabelle smirked nonchalantly and said, "I forgot to tell you, but I speak Smiozdiya pretty well." It was indeed the day she met Isaac.

In other words, she heard everything from his conversation with Isaac. George's initial guess was correct; Isabelle had approached him to find out his identity.

George had a pretty good idea of Isabelle's identity, too, Isabelle dropped her pretence and suddenly said. "The odds for the next few matches will be quite high." With that, she looked down again.

After his opponent struck him repeatedly. John lay on the ground.

The morale of John's mercenary group was extremely low.

Meanwhile, the mercenary group, to which the black mercenary belonged, was cheering and celebrating.

Many of the mercenaries who were just there shouted excitedly at the scene. They encouraged John to get up and continue to fight.

Isaucile said, "I've had quite a few drinks from Mr. Harris these days, and I know the room fees aren't cheap. I know you have lots of money, but I'm not used to owing people favors. Mr. Harris, remember to bet Isabelle's words sped up gradually. Without waiting for George's reaction, she propped herself up on the railing and leaped directly from the second floor.

The black mercenary raised his fit, intending to shatter John's nose.

Even if John survived, this punch would ruin his face.

Jack couldn't hold back anymore. He wanted to go down and save John. White Owl stopped him by placing one hand on his shoulder and offering, “I'll go.” White Owl had just fought with Hurricane, who had cto their tent two days ago. Although he won, he was injured 2/3 14:50 Mon, 3 Jun 0 Chapter 68 Provoke 1575%1 Badman wanted to say he would go, but before he could speak and before White Owl could make a move, he saw a petite figure jump down from the second floor.

She landed lightly on the ground with one swift step and at a speed almost too fast to catch.

The black mercenary grinned savagely. His punch was about to land on John's fade. A delicate hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and precisely gripped his wrist.

The black mercenary's wrist was thick, making her hand look delicate in comparison. It was hard for one to imagine she could easily stop the black mercenary's punch.. The fist stopped just in front of John's nose, unable to move forward.

Dylan had been watching the fight all along, but he hadn't heard Isabelle's conversation with his boss Om Frowning, he paid full attention to the match and felt sorry for John. At this point, he saw a figure dart down. Send Gifts 332 X