Pow! Pow! Pow!
A few loud noises could be heard as Wilbur's clothes were shredded into pieces and went flying everywhere. Blood came spraying out of every joint in his body like they had been shot by bullets.
As Jared let go of his hand, Wilbur collapsed to the floor in a pool of blood.
“Ahhhhh!” he screamed from the agonizing pain with a contorted look on his face.
“Wilbur!”
Zachariah ran forward and held his son's body in his arms.
Blood kept flowing out of Wilbur's mouth as he mumbled weakly, “Dad...
It hurts... It really hurts...”
“Stop talking, Wilbur! I'm going to save you right now! You'll be okay!”
Zachariah quickly transferred his internal energy into Wilbur's body, but it was no use. Eventually, Wilbur closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
“Wilbur! Wilbur!”
Zachariah kept shouting his name, but Wilbur could no longer hear him.
The crowd went deathly silent from the shock upon seeingjared kill Wilbur.
“How dare you kill my son? I'll tear you to pieces! I'll kill all of your family members!” Zachariah roared at the top of his lungs as he fired up his internal energy.
“Fate is what decides if one lives or dies in the arena. If we go by your logic, shouldn't Bane's family come after you for revenge? You did cripple him, after all,” Jared replied with a sneer.
“I don't give a d*mn about them! I just want you dead!”
Zachariah kept his gaze fixated on Jared while a terrifying aura enveloped the entire arena, forming a barrier around it.
The aura was so intense that some of it leaked out of the barrier, and those standing near the arena could feel it's power as they watched on in fear.
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