Chapter 309: Chance for Revenge Against the Blood-Drinking Bitch

Chapter 309: Chance for Revenge Against the Blood-Drinking Bitch

“Hehe, I’ll let you make the first move,” the girl wearing fiery robes and a bloodied white mask said as she chuckled and she walked forward to meet her weary opponent.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“WHAT THE HELL!?!?”

“GIVE US A REAL MATCH!!”

“LET HER RECOVER FIRST!!”

“THELICIA SUCKS!!”This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

“WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM!”

“THAT GIRL WAS STRONG ENOUGH TI KILL SEVEN PEOPLE AND YOU’LL JUST WASTE HER LIKE THAT!?”

“YEAH, SHE’S CHAMPION MATERIAL!”

Number Seven’s right pectoral muscle twitched, and his grin grew wider.

Beatrice looked at the other two remaining participants. The human girl, Number Seventeen, sat farthest away from everyone, caressing her scarf. Meanwhile, the remaining beastkin woman sat on a rock, ripping bites out of what looked like some kind of stretchy jerky. This made Beatrice’s stomach growl and turn. Oh, Fuck... With all the excitement Beatrice couldn’t even remember the last time she ate something. Oh, Fuck! Wasn’t that in the morning!? ... Dear God, how long ago was that!? It has to be deep in the night by now!

“Hmmm? Not making a move? Even though I’m so generously giving you a chance to land a powerful strike?” miss Ruby asked Number Forty over the distant boos and complains of the crowds around the arena. “You do remember that my mask is painted in your uncle’s blood, right? This is your chance for revenge! ... The chance that you fought for so spectacularly?... His blood was very tasty!”

Number Forty did not budge. Her breathing calmed as more time passed since her previous fight.

“Nothing? Oh, who am I kidding? That old shitter’s blood was stale and reeked of incestuous thoughts!”

Number Forty stared right at miss Ruby with her one open eye but did not give in to provocation.

“Being boring pieces of shit must run in the family!” the masked girl yelled before turning and looking up to the announcer’s platform and shouting. “Hey, Thelicia, this shitter is just stalling for time! Do we have some sort of time limit or what? Aren’t you—AH!?”

The moment the masked girl turned even slightly from Number Forty, Lilith spat forth three small pink bubbles—no larger than pearls—and launched them at the masked girl. Miss Ruby only had the time to cry out before they burst violently right in her face, chest, and stomach, sending her flying back dozens of feet and sliding against the rocks, knocking up dust.

Number Forty sprinted forward, jumped up, and unleashed two more pink bubbles into the girl’s prone body to finish her off completely before she could recover. The bubbles connected with the robed figure and burst, sending more dust and debris in all directions.