Chapter 243 Rosewood City, Victory
James's words made Zachary and Neil see red.
It didn't seem like a real chance for a comeback; it felt more like James was throwing them a bone.
Neil and the crew were all feeling stifled. "Judges, I think Francis just pulled a fast one. Leopold deserves another shot."
James raised his hand to the judges. "Mr. Carter's right. If we're gonna win, it has to be fair and square."
The Floral Elegance girl was fuming. "This is too much."
The girl in the dress also thought James needed a good smack.
"Francis, step back and start over. No sneak attacks," James ordered, making Francis back up a few feet. He signaled to the host, "Leopold's knife is busted. Get him a new one."
Seeing this, a lot of people were super frustrated, and Leopold looked like he was about to blow a gasket, feeling totally humiliated.
The ref and Neil looked at Zachary, waiting for his call.
"Fine, have it your way," Zachary said, feeling ashamed but thinking it was better to give Leopold another shot than to lose the match. He didn't want James's side to win, no matter what.
He shouted, "Seventh match, rematch."
As soon as he said this, a bunch of people were secretly bummed out, and many judges shook their heads, dealing a big blow to Zachary's authority.
This was exactly what James wanted. He not only wanted Francis to beat Leopold but also to make Zachary look like a fool.
Neil had no other choice and decisively waved to Leopold, "Fight!"
He had his men toss up a military knife, a pair of arm guards, and knee pads.
Leopold put on the arm guards and knee pads with a grim look, then picked up the military knife from the ground.
When he gripped the handle again, Leopold's eyes were sharp, like he could cut through metal and stone.
Since his debut, he'd never felt so humiliated.
Francis, just a kid, had beaten him to a pulp and almost taken his life.
He, Leopold, ranked forty-eighth on the assassin list, had suffered at the hands of Francis!
If he didn't tear Francis apart today, how could he wash away the shame and keep his and Maximilian's reputation intact?
Everyone saw Leopold as an awakened lion, exuding a deadly aura, like a ruthless killer with bones piled up under his feet.
His clothes fluttered without wind, and his sharp eyes were ice-cold.
Everyone knew Leopold had been pushed to the edge by Francis and was about to go berserk.
"The King's back!" The Floral Elegance girl pumped her fists. "That kid's toast."
The woman in the dress squinted, sure that James would get what was coming to him.
The host stepped forward and waved his right hand. "Seventh match, begin."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Leopold exploded into action.
He stomped his left foot and kicked, and the broken knife turned into fragments, shooting towards Francis's eyes.
At the same time, he swung the military knife and charged.
His body and the knife seemed to become one.
The knife light flew out among the fragments, faster than the fragments.
The fragments and the knife light blocked all of Francis's escape routes!
The power of this strike was just unstoppable and unavoidable.
It was vicious, precise, and lightning-fast.
Taylor couldn't help but shout angrily, "Shameless!"
The Floral Elegance girl clenched her fists and yelled, "Leopold, take him out!"
Just as Leopold was about to reach him, Francis let out a low shout, and the sharp sword in his hand shot up.
A sword thrust forward, making the entire ring shudder and vibrate with a chilling aura.
The dozen fragments that had shot out were all knocked to the ground, and the series of knife shadows were instantly suppressed by this sword.
Leopold's face changed, and he instinctively twisted his wrist to block the incoming sharp sword.
The entire audience sat up straight, watching Francis's move in amazement.
Even though the sword looked light, everyone could feel it was deadly.
The military knife and the sharp sword clashed fiercely, the military knife shattered, and then the arm guard broke too.
The sharp sword surged forward, breaking through all obstacles, and went straight for Leopold's chest along the shattered arm guard.
"What?"
Leopold's face went pale, and he quickly retreated.
He kept backing up.
Francis moved his feet, and the sharp sword's momentum exploded.
At that moment, Leopold's vision was filled with white light.
This sword, carrying endless killing intent, seemed to pierce through time and space from a blood-soaked battlefield of the past.
"What?"
Amidst the crowd's frantic shouts, Zachary stiffened, "Instant Sky Sword?"
He recognized Francis's sword technique, a skill from a long-lost master.
Leopold, retreating with all his might, suddenly found himself spitting blood, his consciousness momentarily blank.
When he regained clarity, the sharp sword had already pierced his throat.
His crossed arms were stuck at Francis's neck, but he had no strength left to break his opponent's neck.
Leopold could only see those dead eyes and the blood flowing from the sharp sword.
He was furious, but the outcome couldn't be changed.
A muffled groan escaped Leopold's mouth, and he fell straight back.
Blood sprayed 34 inches from his throat.
His wide-open eyes were filled with helplessness and disbelief. He never thought he would die under the sword of such a frail opponent.
Leopold never expected that even after being given three chances, he couldn't turn the tables.
The entire arena fell into dead silence.
Even though everyone was mentally prepared for Francis, they still didn't expect him to end the fight with one sword and kill Leopold.
Francis's sword was too fast, fierce, and domineering!
"Francis, what are you doing? That was another sneak attack," James popped up again. "This round doesn't count, rematch, rematch."
Countless people were speechless.
Leopold was dead, how could there be a rematch? How?
The Floral Elegance girl stomped her feet repeatedly, pounding the sofa with her fists, "I want to kill him."
Before James could finish his sentence, Zachary stood up and shouted, "The seventh match, Rosewood City wins. No need for a rematch."
He and Neil, no matter how shameless, couldn't demand a redo, especially since Leopold was already dead.
James hurriedly shouted, "No, judges, we need a rematch, it was a sneak attack."
Zachary crushed his teacup, wishing he could strangle James.
The host ignored James and raised his hand to announce, "The seventh match, Rosewood City, wins."
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