Chapter 50
Chapter 50: Guessing the winner or loser?
“I surrender!”
Hanzo conceded defeat when Mastah announced the start of the game.
He is definitely not a match for Gittarackur with a serious abdominal injury. Since he can’t win, he might as well just give up.
“Hanzo admits defeat, Ilmi wins!”
Mastah announced.
“You made a wise choice!”
Gittarackur glanced at Hanzo and returned to the viewing area.
“Next game, Hanzo vs. Leorio!”
Mastah announced after Gittarackur left the field.
“Leorio, right? I advise you to admit defeat, or I will severely torture you in actual combat.”
Hanzo looked at Leorio who was standing opposite him and said.
“You conceded defeat in the face of Gittarackur, and you fought against me, but you said harshly, are you looking down on my combat power?”
Leorio said angrily.
“Sorry, Mr. Leorio, I don’t look down on you, but the difference in strength between us is indeed like a moat. I gave up fighting Gittarackur, but I want to fight you because I can easily defeat you!”
Hanzo is slightly superior.
“That’s not the same thing, you just look down on this uncle!”
“Since you look down on this uncle, I will show you some real skills to show you!”
Leorio put on a grandmaster fighting style, but before he could attack, he was suddenly surrounded by Hanzo and knocked to the ground with a hand knife.
“It’s too late for you to lose now, or I’ll stab you in the back of your head with my sleeve sword. Anyway, I don’t want to lose any more. If it’s a big deal, I’ll kill you, and everyone will be eliminated together!”
Hanzo pressed his sleeve sword against the back of Leorio’s head and cut a shallow opening in the back of Leorio’s head.
“I……”
After being threatened with life, Leorio’s heart was shaken, and he was once again close to death.
“You have three seconds to think. After three seconds, if I don’t get the answer I want, I will pierce your head with a sleeve sword! It’s easy for me to kill someone.”
Hanzo continued to threaten.
“three”
“two”
“one”
Hanzo sighed in his heart and was about to withdraw his shuriken, but Leorio suddenly said, “I admit defeat, I don’t want to die yet, I still have a lot of things to do!”
“Haha! I finally won!”
Hanzo let out a sigh of relief and smiled.
“Hey, you’re saved!”
Leorio lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
“Leorio fights Hanzo, Leorio concedes defeat, and Hanzo wins!”
“Leorio vs. Baldlow next!”
The referee Ma Shita announced.
The final showdown of the last losers of the two groups is about to begin, and whoever loses will be eliminated completely, thus losing this chance to become a Hunter.
“Both of us have no way out. If we lose, we will be eliminated, so I will not lose this time!”
Baldlow said to Leorio.
“I won’t lose either, I must get a Hunter license and become a Hunter!”
Leorio didn’t give in either.
After finally reaching the final trial, no one wants to be the one who is finally eliminated.
“Let the horses come!”
With his right hand wrapped in a bandage, Baldlow assumed a one-handed parry.
“Come here and see if I can’t kill you old guy!”
Leorio scolded and threw his fist at Baldlow, but even the one-handed Baldello was still not weak.
Leorio quickly got up after falling to the ground, and then took out a dagger from his waist: “I originally wanted to beat you with my fists, but you forced me to use weapons.”
Leorio swapped his left hand for his right hand, and threw his right hand for his left, like a hooligan.
“watch out!”
Leorio stabbed the dagger into Baldlow’s right arm.
“You are despicable, you know that my right hand is injured, you still stab here, you don’t talk about martial arts!”
After avoiding the dagger that Leorio stabbed, the aged martial artist Baldrow scolded.
“Master, this is not a martial arts exchange competition. Do you need to talk about the rules of martial arts? Here is only the final result!”
Leorio stabbed Baldello again as he spoke.
“Hand knife!”
Baldlow first knocked off the dagger held by Leorio’s right hand with a hand knife, then grabbed Leorio’s arm and threw Leorio over his shoulder, knocking Leorio to the ground.
“Gripper!”
Bordello fell on Leorio and fell to the ground, sat directly on Leorio’s waist, and broke Leorio’s legs with his uninjured left hand: “Do you admit defeat?”
“what!”
Leorio’s leg was broken, and he couldn’t help screaming, but he couldn’t admit defeat: “No!”
While not admitting defeat, Leorio rolled over and gave himself a chance to get up.
After Leorio got up, he punched Bodlow on the back, grabbed Bodlow’s hands from behind, and pressed his knees against Bodlow’s back: “I locked you now, you can’t shoot surrender!”
“If it wasn’t for the old man who twisted his right arm and went through two consecutive games, leaving himself scarred, would you have a chance?”
Bordeaux said somewhat unconvinced.
“Don’t make excuses for losing, you admit defeat!”
Leorio pushed his legs against Baldlow’s back a little harder.
“Even if you kill me this time, I won’t recognize it!”
There was a desire to die in Baldlow’s eyes, and he never wanted to be eliminated. If he was eliminated, he would face the person he promised to get the Hunter license without words.
ten minutes later.
The two were still in this position, and Leorio was still trying to make Baudrillard surrender.
An hour later, still the same.
Three hours later, still the same!
Five hours later…
“How long are these two going to last? I’m tired of watching!”
Menchi yawned, then looked at President Netero and said, “If they’re stuck like this until tomorrow, or even the day after, wouldn’t this trial never end?”
“Menchi has some truth in what he said. I agree with their spirit of never admit defeat, but I have already said that at least one person will be eliminated in the final trial. Otherwise, guess what? Whoever loses will be eliminated!”
Netero touched his chin with his right hand and said as if thinking.
“Master President, guessing the boxing is too child’s play!”
Lieber groaned.
“A child’s play? I’m super serious!”
Netero laughed cynically. *