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John struggled to control his emotions.

He knew it was impossible to defeat Victor in a short time.

But he didn't have the luxury of time, nor could he afford to play a war of attrition.

The only option was to quickly determine the winner.

He squeezed his left hand, which was now completely numb.

He could clearly feel that the bones inside were shattered.

If he didn't get to a doctor soon, his hand might be permanently useless.

He needed to act fast.

John took a deep breath, his gaze towards Victor becoming sharper.

Victor looked at John as if he were already a dead man.

Without hesitation, Victor charged towards John.

John quickly dodged backward, with the two serpents by his side trying to assist.

But it was no use!

In front of Victor, the two serpents were like worms, unable to hinder his path at all!

John watched as the two serpents were completely destroyed, turned into rubble, and he couldn't help but gasp.

But he couldn't continue to entangle with Victor.

Instead, he swung his staff with his other hand, unleashing his skills!

One skill after another smashed into Victor, causing his flesh to be torn and bloodied once more.

John saw one damage number after another pop up, but Victor's health bar showed no signs of decreasing.

Desperate, he resorted to using bleeding damage! No matter what, he had to defeat Victor.

Although the situation was extremely dangerous, he still had some ability to resist.

Dragging this out would be very disadvantageous for him!

Taking a deep breath, he summoned two more Thorned Rock Serpents.

The onlookers were stunned to see John summoning these creatures one after another.

How was it possible?

How much MP did this man have? Was his MP infinite? It seemed too incredible.

"After all this time, why doesn't he show any signs of running out of MP?"

"I find it so strange. How can he maintain this state? Could the challenger be cheating?"

Everyone couldn't help but start whispering among themselves.

"Immortal Messenger is already showing signs of exhaustion, but this challenger remains calm. What has he done?"

"Yeah, and he easily dodged Immortal Messenger's attacks from the start. That's impossible; he must be cheating. Otherwise, how could he have so much MP?"

"We should investigate what's going on with this guy. Could he have brought some replenishing potions?"

"That's unlikely. With so many of us watching him, if he used potions, someone would have noticed."

Everyone began to suspect John.

He was simply too powerful.

This level of damage and MP capacity was far beyond that of a gold-tier individual.

Even the previous supreme-tier challenger hadn't dared to use MP so recklessly.

Without hesitation, John took advantage of the serpents entwining Victor and charged forward with his Bloodthirsty Blade.

Since magical damage couldn't deal enough damage, he would try physical attacks!

John was essentially using all his strength, treating Victor like a boss in a game.

While it might seem inappropriate to describe it that way, it was true.

As long as he could see the health bar drop, he had a chance and the confidence to defeat Victor!

Seeing John rush at Victor, everyone was stunned.

Was this man crazy?

Most people, upon encountering the Immortal Messenger, kept their distance and attacked from afar.

But this man was charging in for close combat.

Even Wildtiger, who excelled in melee combat, had been taken down by the Immortal Messenger!

Now, who was this person who had such immense skill and strength that he dared to engage the Immortal Messenger in close combat?

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and some grew even more excited.

They were keenly interested in seeing who would win.

Not only because they had bet a lot of money, but also because they wanted to witness the birth of a new legend!

John knew Victor's close combat skills were formidable.

After all, anyone who could become a captain was a transcendent-tier expert, and John was still far from reaching that level in Victor's eyes!

However, he now had the ability to give it a try.

Without hesitation, John gripped the Bloodthirsty Blade in one hand and swiftly moved behind Victor, slashing down with all his might.

The sound of the blade slicing through flesh echoed, and the air filled with the scent of blood.

John felt the gem on the Bloodthirsty Blade pulse slightly, and then all the blood on the blade was absorbed.

Victor's face paled instantly, and he stumbled forward uncontrollably.

Even the serpents coiling around him had to release their grip.

It worked!

John felt a slight relief.

He had finally found an effective method of attack.

Earlier, he had relied on magical damage, hoping to wear Victor down.

However, he had underestimated Victor's endurance.

Being a top-tier fighter, Victor could easily withstand a battle of attrition and then strike with lethal precision once John was exhausted.

John had narrowly escaped death at Victor's hands, but that close call had given him an opportunity and caught Victor off guard.

Yet, he knew that if given another chance, Victor would not make the same mistake again.

This kind of opportunity would only come once.

John steadied himself, focusing on the task ahead. Experience exclusive tales on m v|l e'm,p| y- r

He had to make the most of this moment and bring the fight to a decisive end.

A long gash appeared on Victor's back, and blood gushed out, soaking his clothes in red.

This sight excited the crowd, but Silver Tear and Dark Fox gritted their teeth, hiding their fear and unease.

What was going on?

Hadn't John assured them everything would be fine?

So why was he now attacking the captain with such force?

Silver Tear, seeing the wound on Victor's back, felt an overwhelming urge to rush down but restrained herself.

They knew John was doing this to save the captain.

Any interference would mean losing their only chance.

Dark Fox subtly glanced at the nearby maid.

She continued to smile gently, seemingly unfazed.

Yet, this calm demeanor made Dark Fox uneasy.

After all, regardless of any assurances, Victor, as Immortal Messenger, had won over a hundred consecutive matches here.

Each month, he earned significant sums for Rose Hotel and was the undefeated champion.

But now, seeing him suffer such a severe injury, anyone would be shocked, and the crowd on the stands was cheering wildly.

For something this significant to happen, and for the maid to show no reaction at all? It didn't add up!