Chapter 242 Why Are You Ambushing Again?
The whole place went dead quiet.
Nobody said a word, and it felt like even the air stopped moving.
Everyone, except James, looked like they’d just been hit by a truck, staring at the crazy scene in front of them.
Zachary and the other notaries took off their glasses and rubbed their eyes hard, thinking they must’ve seen it wrong.
Who was Leopold?
He was the guy with six straight wins, who had taken down Maurice, and was ranked forty-eighth on the assassin list. His knife skills could pretty much take out anyone here in a heartbeat.
But this badass just got taken down in one move by some nobody. How could they not be shocked?
Keith and the woman in the dress squinted a bit, looking surprised that the fight was over before it even started.
Leopold was even more stunned, his mind blank. He never thought he wouldn’t even have a chance to fight back!
This didn’t make any sense!
No matter how much he didn’t want to believe it, Leopold could still feel the killing intent at the tip of the sword.
If Francis pushed forward, he’d be dead for sure.
“That was a sneak attack, how shameless.” At this moment, the girl in Floral Elegance, unable to accept Leopold’s defeat, stood up and shouted angrily, “If you have the guts, do it again. I don’t believe Leopold can’t kill you.”
“Attacking when someone’s off guard, what kind of honorable person is that?” She waved her fist aggressively, looking like she wanted to go up and kill Francis herself.
How could her idol, with unbeatable knife skills, lose to someone like Francis?
Neil jumped in, “That’s right, the host didn’t even start, and you attacked. That’s a sneak attack, it doesn’t count.”
A group of companions also joined in, “Do it again.”
Jacob sneered, “They’ve been on stage for several minutes and even exchanged a few words. No way you can call it a sneak attack.”
Taylor also shouted, “Exactly, and besides, Leopold is so formidable, ranked in the top fifty of the assassin list, who could sneak attack him?”
Both sides were at each other’s throats.
Leopold didn’t speak. Although redoing this round was a bit humiliating, it was better than losing the fight and damaging his reputation.
Francis stayed calm, his hand holding the sword steady as a rock.
For him, no one’s orders mattered except James, who controlled Leopold’s life and death.
The notary panel frowned, feeling a bit troubled. Technically, since the host hadn’t announced the start, it could indeed be considered invalid.
But in reality, everyone knew Leopold had truly lost, his life still in Francis’s hands. Overturning the result and starting over would be embarrassing.
No matter how they announced it, one side would be unhappy. If not handled well, the battle would lose its effectiveness, and both sides would fight again.
In this situation, one side had to give in.
“This round is indeed invalid. I saw it myself. Leopold fought six consecutive battles and was out of breath. He was catching his breath when the Rosewood City people attacked. Moreover, the referee hadn’t announced the start, and Leopold wasn’t ready, so the previous round was indeed a sneak attack.”
Before the notary panel could reach a consensus, Zachary picked up the microphone and shouted, “This round will be redone, and let this serve as a warning to the people of Rosewood City. Any more sneak attacks, and not only will you lose the qualification to participate, but you will also lose this match.”
He blatantly favored Leopold.
The notary panel fell silent at this, although there were many differing opinions, Zachary’s high status meant they had to listen to him.
“Is this considered a sneak attack?” Taylor and the others were furious upon hearing this, “You are too shameless!”
“Exactly, it was your notary panel that said if we don’t go up in five minutes, we would lose. And now that he’s up, you say Leopold needs to catch his breath. It’s all up to you.” Jacob and the others protested in unison.
Zachary ignored the protests and coldly stared at Francis, “Let go of Leopold. Winning by dirty tricks isn't a victory; it’s a disgrace.”
“A fair and square fight, that’s what counts as a real victory.” Zachary spoke righteously.
Francis didn’t budge, his grip on the sword steady as ever, still holding Leopold’s life in his hands.
“Didn’t you hear me? Let him go now!” Zachary was fuming. “If Leopold gets even a scratch, our notary panel won’t let you off.”
Francis stayed put.
Zachary slammed the table. “Security, take him down.”
Neil and his crew chimed in, “He’s breaking the rules, shoot him.”
Shamelessness had its perks, so who cared about dignity?
A few big guys pulled out their guns and moved forward.
James smirked and then signaled, “Francis, give him a chance.”
He wasn’t scared of Zachary; he just wanted to see Neil and his gang get even more humiliated.
Francis pulled back his sword and stepped back three feet.
Zachary sneered, thinking Francis was all talk but backed down when scared.
Olivia glanced at James, wanting to say something, but ended up smiling sweetly, backing his decision.
Aaron and Raymond didn’t say a word, just exchanged confident looks.
At that moment, Neil shouted, “Leopold, give it your all.”
This made it seem like Leopold really was ambushed earlier, causing Taylor and Jacob to curse at the shamelessness.
The Floral Elegance girl fumed, “Leopold, kill that bumpkin.”
She was filled with hostility towards the unremarkable James and Francis.
In such a high-class circle, with such skilled hitmen, how could James and his crew possibly compete?
Leopold wiped the sweat from his nose, walked back in front of Francis, tensed up, and got ready for an epic showdown.
The host stepped forward, holding the mic and shouted, “Seventh match, The Bennett Group, Leopold vs. Rosewood City, Francis.”
He sharply chopped his left hand down, “Begin.”
“Kill.” Leopold took the initiative, roaring so loud it drowned out all other noise, shaking the place like a beast’s roar.
The whole battle stage resonated, vibrating.
Neil’s wine glass shook.
Several glamorous women almost fell, their faces pale, nearly scared to death.
The Floral Elegance girl was thrilled, “Leopold, you are powerful!”
Francis’s clothes and hair moved, but his hand holding the sword stayed still.
Leopold was trying to mess with Francis’s focus, making it hard for him to concentrate on his sword.
In the roar, Leopold’s face twisted.
His once fierce eyes now turned blood-red, like a beast in combat.
Killing intent!
The killing intent from countless bloodshed surged towards Francis like a tidal wave.
Francis squinted slightly.
In that brief moment, Leopold grabbed his diamond-encrusted knife and lunged at Francis like a mad beast.
The blade was sharp, the pressure like a mountain.
His overwhelming momentum brought a sense of utter despair.
As the cold wind blew, Leopold’s figure seemed to grow, like a mountain pressing down.
His slashing knife cut through dust, cut through light, and aimed at Francis’s neck.
If it hit, it would surely be a decapitation.
Olivia and Neil instinctively tensed up.
“Kill him, kill him.” The Floral Elegance girl screamed excitedly.
At that moment, a flash of the sword pierced through the blade’s light!
Leopold’s body suddenly froze, and the overwhelming killing intent vanished instantly.
The treasured knife shattered, breaking in half and falling to the ground.
Leopold’s expression changed again, and he leaped back three feet.
As soon as he stopped, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, the sword tip was once again at his throat.
How cold and piercing it was.
Leopold’s face turned as pale as paper.
Humiliation.
Despair.
How could the gap between people be so vast?
He lost again.
The atmosphere in the entire place froze once more, becoming extremely quiet and oppressive.
The Floral Elegance girl’s mouth was wide open, her expression of visual shock was spectacular.
No matter how incredulous Zachary and Neil were, how astonished they were, Leopold lost again, defeated in one move.
This time, he lost even after making the first move.
A complete defeat.
“Why did you ambush again?” James slapped his thigh and said to Francis, “Do it over.”
Zachary almost had a stroke.
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