“What is happening here ? Mr. Jeffery is on his last breath, impaled on Mr. Jule’s weapon. He’ll die if he loses any more blood. Is this the end of the match? Will this be where the next leader of the Lawson house meets his demise?” the commentator announced.

‘I could kill him anytime I want, but where’s the fun in that? If you don’t play with your prey, it won’t feel like a hunt, will it?’ Anon thought with a smile as he casually tossed Jeffery aside like an object.

“Use your healing potions,” Anon advised with a smirk as he sat down in front of him.

Cough-Cough

Jeffery coughed up blood as he retrieved a special-grade healing potion from his pocket and drank it. In just 10 seconds, he was restored to his original state. He stood up, looking at Anon in confusion.

‘Why would he do that? Why would he let me live ? What is he planning to do with me ? Is he playing with me ?’ Many questions started popping up in Jeffery’s mind as he looked at Anon with a suspicious expression.

‘Shit, my sword.’ Jeffery spoke as he looked at the sword that was lying near Anon’s foot.

“Here you go,” Anon said, kicking Jeffery’s sword back to him.

“What do you want to achieve with this?” Jeffery asked.

“Oh, great, here we go again. He’s going to play the same game with him. Jule is really cruel,” Eve commented with a smile.

“Hehehe… I’m enjoying this more and more,” Deris added in an evil tone, watching Anon’s actions.

Eve simply observed Deris, choosing not to comment.

All the students from Anon’s class were still attending their classes and were not allowed to be present in the stadium. Therefore, only fourth-year students were witnessing this brutal showdown. Unaware of Anon’s previous match with Oxmaul, they were perplexed by his decision to throw Jeffery aside and provide him with a healing potion.

“Me? I don’t want to gain anything from this… Instead, I’m giving you another chance to rely on your luck. Perhaps this time, you can kill me,” Anon said with a smile.

“Do you realize that you’ve just increased your chances of death, right?” Jeffery asked as he changed his sword to a katana.

“Wow, I think I’ve seen that sword from Tokyo. What a massacre that was – one katana, 300 men. I turned their bodies into cutlets back then,” Anon said, eyeing the katana.

“Nonsense, this sword has a unique design. Only I possess it. Are you saying you’ve seen it before?” Jeffery inquired with a puzzled expression, holding the katana like a samurai.

“Oh my god… I’m scared again,” Anon taunted.

“Prepare to die, Jule. Even God won’t save you this time,” Jeffery declared as he activated another skill.

Suddenly, the katana radiated a blinding light, as if the sun itself was shining.

“Ouch, my eyes are burning…” Anon remarked, covering his eyes.

Jeffery, seizing the opportunity, sprinted toward Anon, determined to kill him this time. However, as he swung his blade at Anon’s neck, something halted his hand.

Anon himself had stopped Jeffery’s hand, his face still turned away.

“Just kidding, Bwahhh,” Anon said, turning his face toward Jeffery and sticking out his tongue mockingly.

“Y-You…”

Chkk

Before Jeffery could utter another word, a sickle pierced through his lower jaw and tongue simultaneously.

“Huh…? Were you trying to say something? What happened? Did the cat get your tongue?” Anon teased, grinning.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” Jeffery screamed, writhing in intense pain from having his jaw and tongue pierced.

“Shut up,” Anon said, retracting his sickle and delivering a punch to Jeffery’s abdomen. This sent him flying, his jaw and tongue still impaled on Anon’s sickle.

Bwaaaaahhhh

Bhwaaaaahhh

One by one, the weak-hearted students began to vomit. Even the sturdiest individuals had to avert their eyes. .

“Damn it… I’ll kill him,” Xander vowed, glaring at Anon with anger.

“Sit down,” Ion ordered, gently tapping Xander’s head and closing his eyes briefly.

‘He’s brutal. No, he’s a monster. Why does he have to do all this? He could just kill him and be done with it. Why showcase such brutality?’ Ion pondered as he watched Anon laugh at Jeffery, who was still screaming in agony.

“Ahhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” Jeffery continued to cry out, unable to articulate any words due to his tongue being gouged out by Anon.

“Oops… looks like I got your tongue before the snake did. Hahahaha,” Anon laughed as he approached Jeffery.

Just as everyone believed this nightmare was over, Anon pulled out a special-grade healing potion from his inventory.

“Huh…? Is that a healing potion in Mr. Jule’s hands?” the commentator questioned, looking puzzled.

“Ah… crap. Jule won’t stop here. Things are about to get really messy, and that expression on his face… Looks like Jeffery is going to experience real hell today,” Eve remarked, her gaze switching between disgust and sympathy as she observed Jeffery.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems we now understand why they call Mr. Jule ‘The Psychopathic Killer.’ He has once again healed Mr. Jeffery with his own special-grade potion. Let’s see what happens next,” the commentator announced, his forehead glistening with sweat.

In just 5 seconds, Jeffery’s jaw had completely healed, and his tongue was functioning normally.

“Y-You… stay away from me. Don’t you dare come near me,” Jeffery warned Anon as he got up and sprinted toward the other side of the arena.

He was trying to exit the arena but before he could’ve taken any other step, Anon suddenly disappeared from his position and appeared in front of Jeffery.

“Jeffery, my boy, you can’t leave the arena. This is a deathmatch, not a joke. Have you forgotten the rules? If any of us tries to exit this ring, death is certain immediately, isn’t it, Mr. Ion?” Anon inquired, flashing a sinister smile at him.

‘This kid is a **ing Psychopath. He is going to torture him untill his opponent leaves the will to live. He is merciless.’ Ion thought as he looked at Anon.

“Yes,” Ion replied with a disappointed expression as he looked at Jeffery this time.