Winner Takes All novel Chapter 68

Deafening cheers roared from the darkness. Nobody bothered about the misgivings in the cage. All they cared about was the violence, gore, and their bets. Many had a deep impression of Jack who wore the white mask because Jack had caused them to lose money during his last fight.

Outside the cage, Brent frowned and said with a deep voice, “Lone Wolf, aren’t there any restrictions at this Underground Fight Club?”

“Restrictions?” Lone Wolf was surprised.

Brent said, “Weapons!”

Boom!

Lone Wolf was shocked and looked at Devil in disbelief. He didn’t doubt what Brent said because Brent’s words were good enough for him. But… where was the weapon?

In the cage.

Jack tried to move his left arm. Although his arm wasn’t broken by Devil’s kick, the bone fracture caused sharp pains whenever he tried to move his left arm. It was obvious that he was unable to use his left arm for the rest of this fight.

He didn’t analyze how Devil was able to wear steel-tipped shoes for the fight. A place where even the people who had shady backgrounds cannot be depended on to enforce any rules.

Jack endeavored to breathe and compose himself. His eyes continued to lock on Devil like a falcon. This fight was far more vicious than when he fought Lone Wolf. Although he was repeatedly pinned down by Lone Wolf during the last fight, at least he still had full usage of all his limbs.

To lose the use of an arm in a deathmatch made him feel that he was a step closer to death. Furthermore, considering the track record of Devil, he seemed to be out to kill his opponents.

“Tsk tsk…” Under the lights, Devil laughed with an evil screech, “Your fighting instinct is the strongest I’ve ever seen!”

Jack was calm and slowly straighten himself and wiped away the sweat on his forehead.

“But you must die.” Before he finished saying, Devil’s right leg extended forward and the black robe made him look like a ghost flying towards Jack.

Whoosh with a rush of the air!

Jack felt that a shadow was rushing towards him. It was Devil’s whipping leg.

Jack didn’t dare to block directly and dived to dodge the kick. No matter how well-toned the muscles were, they were no match against the impact of a metallic object.

After sustaining a fracture by his initial kick, he would be a fool to exchange blows directly with Devil. Devil seemed to have anticipated this. Just as Jack dodged his kick, Devil’s left arm came swinging towards Jacks head.

Each of his moves aimed to kill.

Bang!

Jack’s right fist extended to counter Devil’s punch. The sharp pain radiated through his bones causing him to frown deeply and winced in pain. Devil didn’t retreat and continued with his attack. His right fist overcame Jack’s right block and went towards Jack’s chest.

Suddenly.

Fuck!

Under the bright lights, a dagger flicked out from the ring on Devil’s right middle finger. The cold blade glimmered under the lights.

“Fuck!”

Even when Jack continued to control his emotions, he couldn’t help but cursed loudly at this point.

Slash…

The dagger sliced through Jack’s vest and his skin to reveal a long bloody cut.

Roar! In the darkness, the crowd erupted in roars and cheers.

Jack panted rapidly in position and looked cautiously towards Devil while maintaining a cold expression. At that moment, he couldn’t be bothered about the wound on his chest. The radiating pain made him wince and his eyes twitched.

With steel-tipped shoes and a concealed ring dagger, no wonder he had an undefeated fight record. Jack suddenly realized. Even if Lone Wolf’s combat skills could get him a hundred percent winning rate, the rate of killing and maiming would not be as high as Devil’s!

He looked around the cold darkness. The thunderous and deafening cheers caused his breathing to tense up.

Death! This was death!

Compared to the fight with Lone Wolf, this fight with Devil gave Jack an intense feeling that he was facing death under disadvantaged and totally unfair circumstances.

He couldn’t help but feel his emotions fluctuating. “Calm down… you must maintain your cool…” Jack kept reminding himself and even intentionally bit the tip of his tongue until it bled. He did the same as the last fight but it was no longer effective now.

The fracture on his left arm and the wound on his chest didn’t allow him to remain calm.

Devil stood in place and kept making the strange and annoying sounds “Tsk, tsk...”

He wasn’t in a hurry to strike. The way he liked to kill was to force his opponent towards desperation before killing with a final blow.

“Mr. Brent, aren’t you stopping it?” Lone Wolf was not stupid. He was wondering where Devil’s weapons were but now that Jack’s chest was bleeding which confirmed Brent’s claims.

One side was unarmed while the other was armed. Such a fight in the cage will only result in a fighter being crippled or killed. Brent’s cold smile only heightened Lone Wolf’s bewilderment.

“Only when you tread along the edge of death will you be able to understand the true meaning of it.” Lone Wolf looked at Brent in disbelief. It was clear that Brent was Jack’s subordinate from the way they spoke. But how could the subordinate have such an attitude towards his master?

Brent turned slowly to look at Lone Wolf and asked, “Have you ever killed?”

Lone Wolf felt like he was facing a wild beast and his hairs stood on end.

He nodded, “Yes.”

“How many?”

“Three.”

Brent couldn’t help but laughed, “I killed over three hundred!”

Boom!

Lone Wolf felt like he had been struck by lightning.

Brent looked intently at Jack and seemed to be mumbling to himself and yet appeared to say it for Lone Wolf to hear, “If you don’t know how hell feels like, then how can you send your opponent to hell? We are very different!”

The fight continued in the cage.

Devil didn’t intend for the fight to finish so soon.

He seemed to regard the fight as a performance to entertain the people. To use the blood and gore to enrage everyone’s blood and to raise the excitement of the spectators.

Cuts started to land onto Jack’s body. He was covered in fresh blood. The pain caused Jack’s breathing to quicken. His entire body was drenched. Even he wasn’t sure if he was drenched in blood or sweat.

He knew that Devil was toying with him. But he hated that form of mocking. It was like when he was being called a bastard by those people.

Slash!

The ring dagger ruthlessly slashed Jack’s right arm. Though it didn’t cut deeply, it drew a ten-centimeter wound which split open the skin and blood splattered from it.

Bash!

Jack shouted “Ah!” and his right fist swung and landed onto Devil’s chest. The impact caused him to take a step back.

After Jack steadies himself, his body suddenly weakened and he almost knelt down. At this time, his white mask was already covered in blood. His vest was also tattered from the multiple slashes. His body involuntarily trembled due to the pain and also due to the nervousness and intense fear.

“Calm down… you must cool down… Brent had instructed, calmness critical to winning!”

Jack didn’t stop controlling his emotions but at his current condition, his emotions were increasingly on the decline.

“It’s almost enough…”

Devil retracted the ring dagger and limbered both of his arms as if in preparation for the final strike, “To think that a newbie tried to show up here. Anyone who wants to play in this Underground Fight Club must be a ruthless and unscrupulous killer and not a bastard like you!”

Kaboom!

Jack’s body jerked and his emotions erupted and immediately braced up. He immediately composed his breathing and started to grin with his bloody mouth, “Yes, the bastard has grown up. I had gone through the abyss of hell, so do you think that I am afraid of death?”

“Hmm?!” Devil remarked in surprise.

Outside the cage.

Lone Wolf’s expression changed and said softly, “Here we go …”

It was Brent who remarked in astonishment, “So fast!”