“To hell!” Johnny bellowed as he raised his left hand, sprinting toward Nathan.
He directed a mortally forceful punch at Nathan as his pace accelerated. Everyone held their breath looking at the momentum at which Johhny was racing toward Nathan.
“Nathan! Be careful!” Penny gasped.
Nathan raised his fist and hit back relentlessly.
The two rammed into each other in an undeviating collision course.
“Argh!”
Before anyone knew what happened, Johnny cried out at the top of his lung. His whole arm crumpled at the impact and his bones shattered
into pieces.
His arm dangled in the air like a boneless piece of flesh.
While he was squealing in unbearable pain, Nathan dealt him another blow right in his face.
Before Johnny could even dodge, his head was smashed up like a red watermelon split open by a baseball bat. Warm dark red liquid whooshed out and splattered all over the place.
The screaming stopped all of a sudden as his body flopped down to the ground in a heavy and mellow thud.
Everybody's jaw dropped.
No one could believe Nathan just defeated the two-meter tall man.
Johnny's counterparts looked at their immobile partner and started getting fidgety.
Johnny was the most eminent underground boxer. He was notoriously known as “the Devil,” and he had defeated countless other boxers.
None of them in their wildest imagination would believe he was killed within just a few seconds.
Wilmer bit his jaws in caution. So, this is the God of War. Time to buckle up for a good fight.
“Everyone, take him down!” Wilmer commanded and his men acted.
All the men lunged at Nathan and preyed on him like a pack of hungry lions.
Thump! Pow!
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