The Greatest Fighter No. 1
The Greatest Fighter No. 1
Chapter 247
Looking up at the stage, Ken was worried. After thinking for some time, he shouted, "Dennis, you must exert all your abilities. You've spent three years on the battlefield. You managed to survive that fierce battle and couldn't just die here."
"A-A-I can't last much longer."
Dennis weakly said that as his legs trembled. That was when he knelt down, unable to hold it any longer.
"Hhhhh!" Fane sighed. Dennis' injury is too serious. One of his legs was fractured and even his three ribs were also fractured.
However, even in such a situation, Dennis kept glaring at O'Neal, the American enemy.
"Byeah!"
Dennis stood up once more, gritting his teeth. One of his legs was broken, making him very shivering.
"Haha, you're done. Your bones must have broken in some places. Whahuh? Still refusing to admit defeat?"
O'Neal laughed while looking at Dennis. "You're amazing to be able to stand with such a severe injury. The ten people before you are not in such a position. They had already admitted defeat while lying on the floor!"
Therefore, O'Neal paused for a moment before continuing, "Alas, the recognition of their defeat by pleading for mercy I did not hear because I had sworn that as long as I stood, I did, I'll kill everything that comes with disagreement!"
"Suck!"
"Rat!"
Quite a lot of people are angry.
"What's wrong? You observers consider this unacceptable? Come sign the consent form and fight me in the arena! I will grant your wish!"
O'Neal arrogantly opened his arms with his head held high, full of confidence.
"I-I-I'll kill you..."
Dennis gritted his teeth as he endured the extremely uncomfortable pain from his feet and rushed over to O'Neal.
His feet are badly swollen.
Dennis!
The female manager's tears flowed like a river. He really is someone with a warrior spirit!
and sent a kick right into Dennis' chest.
"Pff!"
Although Dennis' body was strong, he could not resist the attack any longer. He was sent flying backwards as he spat out a mouthful of blood. Dennis then lay on the floor, motionless.
The corner of his mouth was covered in blood. His fists clenched tightly, unwilling to accept the result, but there was nothing else he could do.
"Winnie, I'm sorry for not being able to accompany you again. For the sake of the country, I have to fight!"
Dennis muttered softly. Looks like she can't let go of her love, Winnie Clark.
"Let me send you on your last trip!"
O'Neal twisted his neck until it rang and started walking towards Dennis.
"Stop! He's already in that condition. Can't you spare his life?"
"O'Neal, you must consider your actions. He's our marshal. Aren't you afraid the higher-ups are after you if you kill him?"
"Right, he's not a random guy. He's our marshal!"
Some rich kids are touched. Dennis' passion, his determination to kill the enemy, and his determination to risk everything shook them to heart.
"Hahaha, why? He's the one who signed the consent form. Since he was here, he had to prepare to die!"
O'Neal laughed out loud.
"Is that so? Then you should prepare to die too!"
"Who is he?"
That boy!
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