I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 107: Battle 3! (2)

Arc 2, Chapter 107—Battle 3! (2)

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Backstage, the muscles along Hendrix’s jaw seized, despite his stoic expression.

Was he worried? Even he didn’t know.

Nevertheless, it would be a lie to say that his heart wasn’t pounding for Payne’s sake. After all, Florianna Micosumi wasn’t an easy opponent.

Even after his countless deductions, he couldn’t say who among the 2 would turn up victorious.

Yimu, Pickler, Rolo and Natalia in the crowd, also had their necks dangerously pronounced, and their eyes narrowed deeply towards Florianna’s silhouette.

"Dunno about this one... It isn’t going to be easy for the boss."

"Yeah. I have to admit that although the Workout Giant hardly talks, even a blind man can see he’s a strong contender."

"Speak? Did you just say hardly? I’ve never seen him speak to anyone since day 1."

"True. I don’t think we’ve all heard his yelling and chanting when calling out how in murmurs, how many frog jumps, push ups and other exercise sets he has completed."

"Enough about the Gym guy. On a serious note, what do you think the Boss’s odds are?"

"Hey... Normally, I’d say the Boss is sure to win, 100% of the way. But this time, it’s hard to say—They’re both strong."

Several people frowned.

Floriana vs Payne. Who will win in the end?

As both fighters reached the center stage, the host soon raised, signaling for the match to begin.

FIGHT!

The aura surrounding the duo instantly changed. It was only the start, yet they both went all out.

Florianna’s massive scissors gleamed like a deadly extension of her iron will, reflecting the moonlight and city shadows of her former self.

How do you expect the daughter of a Yakuza Gang boss can never be your everyday person?

Payne on the other hand, had brass knuckles catching the bold light with a predatory glint.

And just like that—Both exploded forward.

~BOOM!

Did you see that?

The force from Payne’s punch swirled dangerously like a whirlpool, shooting a direct and controlled explosive move that even shattered concrete below despite not touching it.

Several people in the audience rose up, using their shards to defend themselves.

If you die while watching, you can only blame yourself for being weak.

Although killing was not allowed, if it happens in such a situation, no one will fault the fighter.

It will all be water under the bridge.

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~AHHHHH!

A few cries bellowed from the audience, as Payne’s attack touched a few weaker Bloodren 9s and worthless bums.

Hmph.

’TRASH!’

Several higher-ranked Bloodrens sneered.

It had traveled all the way from the arena to the far distance, hitting them hard.

These weaker Bloodrens should count their blessings they were seated among stronger people who deflected and countered the attack, saving their measly lives.

However, they were still heavily injured from this.

Of course the reason why the attack landed their way, was because of Florianna’s timely avoidance.

But where was she?

Florianna had already moved seconds before the attack closed in, her scissors sweeping in a graceful arc.

Her body was now upright several inches in the air, and her hands held her scissors tightly.

Then, like a helicopter’s propeller, she twisted and flew towards Payne without mercy.

BLOCK!

Payne reacted fast.

The many blades missed Payne by millimeters, slicing the air with a sound that whispered threats.

~BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Their dance began in earnest.

Payne’s fighting style was pure chaos - a hurricane of muscle and technique. He struck from impossible angles, his body moving like liquid mercury.

However, Florianna was no ordinary opponent. Years of earlier Yakuza training, her high-tier Shard abilities, and innate potential, made her more than a match.

She used her scissors not just as a weapon, but as an extension of her tactical mind. Each movement was calculated, each swing a strategic thrust designed to control the battlefield.

It was hard to imagine that this was the work of a sleeping beauty.

Once again, many were shocked by how awake her body’s defenses were after she slept.

The crowd couldn’t get enough of these 2.

’Strong...’

Levon backstage, looked at the duo with burning fire in his heart.

He wanted to fight them too.

He had no doubt that someday, he will.

"Worthy of being in the top 3 battles! The feeling looks so light, yet his grip is terrifyingly strong. Did he just catch one of her scissor blades between his brass knuckles? It might look easy, but his technique has a trick to it."

"That is, if he wasn’t so strong, I would have liked to ask him if he knew the price of Coffins today."

"This guy is too ruthless to himself right? At the Level of Bloodren 10, I couldn’t do what he just did."

"Pfft~ If it were you, won’t you rely on the Host to come save the day?"

"Wipe! The girl’s bounce is strong. She’s so flexible like water, twisting in all directions. Could this be the legendary snake body?"

"God, are my hands shaking? Although I don’t want to accidentally face the effect of their clashes, I want to get closer to the edge to watch this addictive battle."

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There’s a saying, that the eyes listen to better narration than the ears.

To truly grasp the essence of this moment, one must be here, basking in its twisted grandeur to feel it.

Above, within the confines of their lofty cubicles, the shadowed figures leaned forward.

Their eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger—calculative, cold, and unrelenting.

"My, my, my. It appears my eyes are attaining pure ecstasy the longer I watch... Winhest," One of them snarled with venomous resolve. "I don’t care! I want that big guy with me! You have to give me the big guy if he gets assigned to our Department."

Winhest chuckled, raised his hands in playful defeat. "Hey now, I don’t make the rules. So when the time comes, I will just be following them."

In other words, he will continue to take what he wants, since he was entitled to the first pick.