NovelEnglishMaster Heartless was pissed off at the idiot in front of him who was about to implode himself just for some stupid revenge that he couldn't take normally.
'Aaagghhh~! Damnation!'
But now he couldn't put a decent block against it with one hand missing, and the only thing he could do was run.
With those thoughts in mind, he didn't waste any more time, and immediately got to work, as he started running towards the sides of the cage.
"Heheheheh~! Heartless, you bastard, you son of a bi*tch, don't run! Weren't you imposing and frightening when you killed my brothers, why are you running away like a little bi*tch now!
From tonight forth the whole world will know that you are just a running rabbit!"
Since he couldn't catch up to the target, then he could only try to mock and taunt him in order to make him stop and return back in aggressive anger.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnfortunately, all his taunts didn't seem to serve their purpose, as Master Heartless didn't pay him any attention, and was fully focused on keeping a distance.
This was no time to get angry, and even less a time to stop and attack the person following him. That would be nothing more but courting his own death, and Master Heartless wasn't that kind of man.
Time was ticking, and the self-imploding old man couldn't control the energy inside his body at this moment, as it had gone beyond his control.
'BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM~!'
He was bound to explode any moment! Knowing that he immediately made a last try to speed up, before he actually exploded into a big firework of blood and other residues.
After all, there were a lot of important people in the stadium's private boxes, but also stairs. If something were to happen to them, the organizers wouldn't be able to keep this Arena going.
A terrible burning smell spread around the stadium as many people were unable to hold their selves back from vomiting. This was just too intense.
After all, they knew the best that Eric was alive before the explosion and was lying on the ground, and they also knew that the fight was far from over.
Slowly the dust was either burned to leave behind a foul smell or started to slowly fall on the ground, as the view was finally coming back.
Quite a few iron bars of the cage were raging hot, clearly affected by the flames and explosion, which could testify to the crazy temperature, and crazy fire inside the cage.
Not only was he covered in ashes and soot, but his clothes had been tattered, and there were burns all over his body.
'Cough…, cough…, cough…'
Yet, there was no sign of Eric's location, or what it was supposed to be Eric's location, because there now stood a charred and burned corpse of a human.
After all, Eric had been able to make it so far, just because he was a poison Master, and not because he had the necessary strength.
Just as everyone was thinking this was all over, Master Heartless weirdly fell to the ground. At first, they thought he fell unconscious after all he went through and all the trauma. The source of this ᴄontent is Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net
Looking at the scene one again they found out that Master Heartless seemed to be wanting to crawl towards the burned corpse, and for some reason, they found it weird.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was at that moment, that a really low-volume cough was heard, and the charred corpse seemed to move a bit.
Did it hold any meaning for him to survive any longer in this new look and condition of his!? It was such a pity since he was quite the handsome young man.
But something even crazier happened the next moment, as the charred corpse was thrown away, and from underneath appeared a sickly-looking Eric.
In fact, it would be more accurate to say that his body looked even better. Like painted and chiseled by a great artist.
But that didn't matter at that moment, what mattered was the end result of this Arena. While Eric was still alive he didn't seem in a condition to fight.
A lean camel was still bigger than a horse!
Still, it was a bit unbecoming, or weird but Master Heartless was crawling less and less with the passing of time. It seemed like he was losing his strength and control over his body.
Most of them were unable to notice that look of seething rage on his face, which slowly turn into one of pleading, fear, and despair.
On the other hand, Eric with great difficulty turned his face to look at the crawling bastard, and there was a nice mocking smile on his face.
After all, he was winning only due to a fluke. That bastard old man had almost killed him with the fu*cking implosion.
Check out my newest story! Return of Lust!
Check out my Patreon and Support me! https://www.patreon.com/crazyimmortal
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
