Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 68 Provoke

At this moment.

A mercenary went down amid the crowd’s cheers.

“It’s John.” Jack glanced at the blonde, blue–eyed Caucasian man who was about to face the challenge. He exclaimed in surprise. “Is he crazy?”

Jack grabbed the railing and said agitatedly, “He’s not a match with that guy. He’s going to get himself

killed.”

White Owl and his companions appeared to be worried.

John used to be a member of the Blackwater Mercenary Corps, but for various reasons, he left Blackwater and joined another mercenary group,

The two men were the centre of attention.

John was cautious. He dared not attack recklessly but stayed on guard.

The black mercenary looked down on his opponent. He suddenly launched an attack, his fist smashing into John’s face. The speed was astonishingly rapid. John narrowly dodged, but unexpectedly fell for a trick and took a heavy blow to the abdomen.

The disparity in strength between the two was obvious. The black mercenary’s fists rained down relentlessly, overwhelming John, who couldn’t defend himself.

Punch after punch, each landed squarely on his body. They could hear the sound of bones breaking.

The black mercenary was ruthless, aiming all his punches at the man’s face. John took several punches. His. once handsome face was now completely disfigured and covered in blood.

The mercenary group the black mercenary belonged to had a very bad reputation. He had just taunted. everyone, and this scene left many people indignant.

“Damn it!” Jack gripped the railing tightly. His veins bulged on the back of his hands.

suddenly spoke up, “Is no one going to stop him from killing that man?” George

the duel tournament, fate determines life and death once you enter the arena, he replied after at moment of silence. “No

killing someone. These mercenaries, who live by their combat skills, prefer

a

on the field had obviously gone

simply

subject suddenly. She asked, “It’s

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pupils suddenly contracted upon hearing

watching the scene below, suddenly looked over

smile at him.

Their eyes met.

“For the sake

bad!” Isabelle

asking. “When did you figure

was, when had she

forgot to tell you, but I speak Smiozdiya pretty

the day she

she heard everything from his conversation with Isaac. George’s initial guess was correct; Isabelle had approached him to

good idea of Isabelle’s identity, too,

dropped her pretence and suddenly said. “The odds for the next few matches

she looked

opponent struck him repeatedly. John lay on

mercenary group

the black mercenary belonged, was cheering and

the mercenaries who were just there shouted excitedly at the scene. They encouraged

a few drinks from Mr. Harris these days, and I know the room fees aren’t cheap. I know you have lots of money, but I’m not used to owing people favors. Mr. Harris,

gradually. Without waiting for George’s reaction, she propped herself up on the