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"You pieces of trash deserve to die.

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"Boo!!

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"Kill them!

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"Boo!!

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nVery quickly, the guards who were leading the men in... immediately removed their blindfolds, and untied their hands for the show.

nThey had been brought to what seemed like a training courtyard, with several audience seats above it.

nSo in essence, it looked like a mini-colosseum.

nConnor opened his eyes, and was amazed at how many people were present for these so-called games.

nHe was sure that not less than 2,500 people, had gathered to watch the show.

nLooking up, he immediately spotted Mr. Death seated way up... at what seemed to be a VIP stand, which had a canopy, and various tables and lavish chairs as well.

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nAs the guards took off their blindfolds, they continued to hear several boo's from the audience.

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"Boooooooooo!!!

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nMr. Death smiled, and rose up from his seat.... making the audience instantly go mute.

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"Well, i don't have much to say.... except begin the damn games!!

" He said excitedly, as he looked at his new toys below.

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"Yeah!!

" The audience exclaimed.

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nBack on the courtyard, James, Connor and the men.... were quickly placed in several massive large cages at the sides of the field.

nFor the games, they would go out in tiny groups or individually.

nSo when battles were conducted on the fields, the rest of the men would have to be locked up in the cages... until it was their turn to go out.

nOf course there were cages for those who hadn't participated yet, and cages for those who won as well.

nAs for all the losers, they were to be shot and killed A.S.A.P.

nWho asked them to be weak?

nAlso, if any of the men held back because they were under the same camp... then both of them would be shot dead, Period!

nMr. Death had placed over 200 archers around the fields, to kill those who ended up violating the rules of the game.

nKill or be killed.

nThis was his world, and here... he had the final say!

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nOn the fields.... DEATH had also placed several deadly objects all around the courtyard, as an act of 'charity'.

nThere were 3 feet tall iron stakes, that were strategically placed around the field.... as well as small holes, the size of bathtubs all filled with sewing needles.

nThere were also 7 feet tall pillars, that had several sharp iron rods pointing out from it in all directions.

nIf one were to accidentally run up to the pillar, for sure... they would get pierced by at least 3 of those pointy rods at once.

nIn short, the entire field was set up to be a death trap for the men.

nWatching people die gruesomely, was one of the things that DEATH loved to do the most.

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"Hey you, you, you, you..... get out of there now.

nToday is your lucky day.

nYou 35 get to open the show for us, now isn't that exciting?

" The guard said playfully.

nFrom the 35 that were chosen, Connor was amongst them.... as well as 18 other people from James' side, and the 16 from his side as well.

nOnce he stepped out of the cage, the guard immediately gave him a spoon.

nHe looked at it in confusion.

nDid they expect him to fight using such a thing?

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"Move out, you piece of **!

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n'Putch!'

nThe guard had just kicked his back, immediately propelling him towards the field.

nHe balled up his fist up in anger.... as he was outraged at the notion that someone would dare to kick a 'Barn'.

nHe turned around and looked at the guard, as if marking up the guard's looks.

nSooner or later, he would have his revenge.

nAt the end, it was he... who would get the final laugh.

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nLooking at his brother who was currently walking towards his doom, James couldn't help but sneer.

nIn his mind, he was sure that during this battle... this arrogant brother of his would surely die.

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nAfter all, there were more of his men out there than Connor.

nSo how could this brother of his possibly win?

nJames smiled, as he fantasized about Connor's death.

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"The rules for this round are simple.

nAt the end of this game, we expect just 10 winners to emerge victorious.

nYour goal is to gorge out both of your target's eyes carefully.

nOf course if any of the eyes have a problem, then you will be shot.

nAgain, if you're only able to take one out from your target, you will still be shot.

nKnow this, you all are expected to complete this task within 5 minutes.

nAs for how we select the first 10 winners... only the first ones to report their victory would survive.

nNow.... let the games begin!

" One of the guards yelled.

nImmediately, the men rushed towards the center, and quickly began to determine who their target would be.

nThey were 35 of them.... and only 10 were expected to advance.

nHence no matter how he looked at it, 25 extra people had to die at the end, no matter what.

nAnd from what they said, even though they would allow 10 people to pass this round.... if only 4 people had succeeded in gorging out both eyeballs within the time limit, then only those 4 would proceed out of the entire 35.

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nOut on the field, everyone immediately locked down their targets.

nOn Connor's side, there were 17 of them.... so the other 18, were all James' men.

nHence they were the enemy.

nSome even planned to gang up on several individuals.... while others planned to playdead, and wait for the opportune moment to strike.

nStraight way, Connor targeted one of the burly men on the enemy's side.

nIn truth, he wanted to pick the weakest looking one.

nBut if he did so, he would immediately loose respect from his men.... if he or they ever survived.

nAs their leader, he was expected to pick the strongest person there... so as to lessen the burden for his subordinates.

nBut how was that fair for him?

nHe couldn't help but grumble slightly, as he looked at the iron giant before him.

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