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 heard her and

tournament, fate determines life and death once you enter the arena, he replied after at moment of silence.

their combat skills, prefer

was a

field

she simply and

changed the subject suddenly. She asked, “It’s the

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show your

suddenly contracted upon hearing

the scene below, suddenly looked over her shoulder and let out a

smile at him.

Their eyes met.

impassive and replied, “For the sake of fairness, we shouldn’t participate.”

Isabelle

stared at her, asking. “When did you figure it out?”

had she confirmed his identity?

forgot to tell you, but I speak Smiozdiya

was indeed the day

his conversation with Isaac. George’s initial guess was correct; Isabelle had approached him

a pretty good idea of Isabelle’s identity, too,

said. “The odds for the

that, she looked

him repeatedly. John lay on the ground.

mercenary

black

excitedly at the scene. They encouraged John to get

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,

propped herself up on the railing and leaped directly from