Chapter 65 Tough Guy
Chapter 65 Tough Guy
Chapter 65 Tough Guy
Gabriel's right hand gripped Bull's wrist like a pincer.
Then he twisted it forcefully, and Bull's wrist snapped in half.
Bull was known for his brute strength.
But his technique was nothing in front of Gabriel.
His face contorted in pain before his pupils shook and dilated.
He felt death and fell into despair.
Then, like a cannonball, Gabriel's fist slammed into Bull's face.
Bull fell to the ground and stopped moving.
This was the difference in strength.
In fact, Gabriel held back some of his strength when he delivered that punch.
Gabriel killed Bull without blasting his head off.
He didn't want to expose his identity just yet.
Blasting off Bull's head would attract too much attention.
"A funeral for a rose. I killed you with one punch..."
Gabriel hummed a song as he grabbed Bull's corpse and threw it away.
Then he shouted, "Our men have killed Bull too! Mr. Taylor is mighty!"
With that throw, the Twelve Birds were once again invigorated.
And the people from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall couldn't figure out who killed Bull.
The shock of Scorpion's death hadn't subsided yet, and now they had lost their strongest fighter, Bull.
In an instant, everyone from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall stood motionless, unable to comprehend the situation.
They couldn't understand how the situation had turned around. They were supposed to crush Thomas.
"What?"
Clarence's expression grew increasingly grim.
Bull was dead? The strongest fighter in his clan was dead.
In the chaos, he hadn't seen who killed Bull.
Clarence started feeling uneasy.
"Clarence, since things have come to this point, let's settle it in a duel!"
Thomas took the opportunity to challenge Clarence.
Although Bull and White Scorpion were dead, his twelve subordinates were also severely injured.
After all, the opposing side had too many people.
It was not easy to find loyal and reliable subordinates like the Twelve Birds.
He didn't want any of them to die.
That would be a great loss for him.
Clarence was a formidable fighter, so he didn't fear Thomas.
In response to the challenge, he grumbled, "Fine! Everyone else, stay put. I'll deal with Thomas first!"
A pathway was then cleared between the two.
"You want to chop me to death? Give it a try!"
Thomas was becoming more and more courageous.
His momentum surged, and his killing intent grew icy.
Deep down, he knew that he couldn't defeat Clarence.
However, as long as he was not afraid of death, no one could tell the result.
And he could tell that Gabriel had deliberately arranged for him to fight against Clarence.
Although he wasn't clear about Gabriel's intentions, he knew that he had to give it his all in this battle. At the very least, he couldn't lose face in front of Gabriel.
With these thoughts in mind, he fought even more bravely.
He shouted and sprinted toward Clarence, raising his sword high and bringing it down with a mighty strike.
Clarence lifted his machete to block, and the two engaged in a fierce battle.
Sparks flew, and danger loomed.
Clarence's combat skills were truly exceptional.
Not only did he possess strength, but he also had finesse.
His footwork was agile, and his attacks were calculated. He was truly a fighter.
After a few bouts, he managed to suppress Thomas.
In contrast, Thomas relied solely on brute force and a reckless disregard for his own life as he fought against Clarence.
His attacks lacked any form or technique, leaving him at a disadvantage.
After a fierce exchange, Thomas ended up with two additional wounds on his body.
"Is that all you've got? I doubt you killed Scorpion!"
During their standoff, Clarence spat on the ground.
With a single horizontal slash, he added yet another wound to Thomas.
He was certain that Thomas couldn't kill Scorpion.
Something strange crossed Clarence's mind. Could it be that there was someone highly skilled among Thomas's group?
His gaze turned toward Gabriel, the guy with the dyed red hair.
There was something peculiar about this man.
Gabriel's eyes narrowed as he noticed Clarence looking at him.
He wondered if this guy had recognized him.
They had never met before, and now he was Mr. Gale from the Gale family, with half of his face covered. Yet this man could recognize him?
He pondered for a moment before making up his mind.
To be safe, he had to kill Clarence.
At that, he picked up a shard of glass from the ground and clenched it tightly in his right hand.
"Da*n it!" Thomas, who had suffered numerous setbacks, realized that if he continued fighting like this, he would lose.
To win, he needed to come up with a different approach.
As he pondered, a determined glint flashed through his eyes. Charging towards Clarence, he swung his weapon with determination.
Sensing the incoming attack, Clarence withdrew his gaze from Gabriel.
Reacting quickly, he dodged and countered, shouting, "Go to hell!"
However, Thomas's strike wasn't ordinary.
His demeanor had changed dramatically, and his face was twisted with a ferocious expression. Ignoring Clarence's blade, he reached out his left hand.
He was trying to grab the blade.
The moment his left hand made contact with the blade, an excruciating pain pierced through him.
He gritted his teeth despite his bleeding.
Against all odds, he managed to seize Clarence's sword.
"You..."
Clarence paled with fright and panicked.
This guy was truly fearless.
The machete was caught and couldn't be pulled out for a moment.
He dodged, trying to avoid Thomas's machete.
But just then, out of nowhere, a piece of broken glass flew over and hit the back of his head.
The blow made him stagger in a daze, interrupting his movement.
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"No..."
As he stared at the incoming machete, his pupils dilated and his body trembled.
Thomas's machete descended, slicing through his left shoulder all the way to his right abdomen.
Thomas exerted all his strength with this blow, nearly severing Clarence's body in half.
In the end, a deep gash was left on Clarence's body.
The cut was so deep that his internal organs spilled out.
"Go to hell!"
Thomas showed no mercy and struck again, this time slashing Clarence's neck.
Already heavily injured, Clarence fell to the ground and died.
The battle was over.
Thomas emerged victorious.
Inside the bar, it was eerily silent, only filled with Thomas's panting breaths.
"Who else wants to fight?"
After taking a long breath, Thomas gathered his strength, raised his knife, and shouted.
Covered in blood, he exuded unrivaled dominance.
This shout frightened everyone from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall, causing them to lower their heads.
Not a single person dared to utter a sound.
Then Thomas declared, "I don't want any more trouble regarding today's events. Anyone from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall, drop your weapons and get out. I won't hold it against you!"
"Get lost!
This single roar made the people from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall tremble in fear.
They immediately threw their weapons to the ground.
They had been fierce when they arrived, but now they were leaving in a sorry state.
The hundred or so people were scattered in chaos.
Once everyone from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall had left, the Twelve Birds cheered and rushed toward Thomas.
Their leader was truly mighty.
They had chosen the right person to follow.
Ignoring his subordinates, Thomas stood tall and approached Gabriel.
He knew that if it weren't for Gabriel secretly helping him, he would never have stood a chance against Scorpion and Clarence.
"Boss, did I perform well?"
The way he addressed Gabriel now lacked the ferocity of before. It was much softer.
As the Twelve Birds heard it, they were shocked and then came to understand the situation.
The red-haired man in front of them turned out to be the legendary Gabriel.