Chapter 296: One Naked Girl Versus Seven Opportunists

Chapter 296: One Naked Girl Versus Seven Opportunists

“H-huh?” the skinny participant, Number Eleven gasped.

Unfortunately for Number Eleven, he was much shorter than Number Forty-four. And what was the abdomen for the sharkkin, was practically the center of his ribcage. Number Eleven looked down and felt up a hole in his chest, where his heart should have been. Even as he fell to the ground, Number Eleven could not comprehend how he suddenly ended up with a hole in his chest just a couple of seconds after a fight began. A fight that was supposed to be a sure thing! A fight where he did not even get to raise his awesome weapon.

“Oh... One down already,” the announcer said quietly with zero enthusiasm, her voice barely managing a single weak echo this time. “Let us hope that the other six have not come here for sightseeing.”Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.

The announcer’s comments were drowned out by the cheering of a reinvigorated crowd that now had full faith in receiving a bloody spectacle.

“Tear her to pieces!!” a bearded, unkempt, hobo-looking man shouted lifted his massive weapon and pointed it at Number Forty’s slim naked back. The weapon looked like some kind of an enormous crossbow with a giant barrel mounted where the arrows should have been flying out. The unkempt hobo, Number Sixty-three, had to lean back just to counterbalance the weight of the weapon which he braced against his hip.

The girl just barely got out of the way of the whirling metal wheel that spun past her and crashed into the other wooden table, crushing it to pieces, sending splinters and wooden planks into all directions.

“The hell!? They had these kinds of weapons?” Beatrice was left with her mouth agape as she watched what was basically a crossbow minigun and a flamethrower in action.

Meanwhile, the one-sided barrage of attacks continued. What first appeared to be a simple boomerang flying the air, suddenly expanded, unleashing two feet of razor-sharp metal into each direction from its tips. The metal that was thinner than that of a katana blade, nearly sliced Number Forty’s head clean off, leaving a thin cut just barely out of reach from slicing an artery in her neck.

But before the boomerang even turned back for its return flight, the girl was charged and slammed into the ground by another beastkin who wielded heavy gauntlets that extended over his forearms like massive metal armguards.

“Ghuah!” air escaped Number Forty’s lungs as her back was forcibly and intimately acquainted with the rough, uneven surface of the arena.