Chapter221-A Cruel World

On the other side of the arena, four combatants engaged in a fierce battle, none appearing particularly skilled.

The fight had been raging for about a quarter of an hour, with no sign of ending among the four—two fistfighters against a swordsman and a knifeman.

One of the fistfighters, clearly growing impatient, yelled at the knifeman who kept swinging at him, "Back off! I don't want to fight you."

"Ha, you probably just realized you can't beat me," the knifeman retorted, his blade moving even faster, a sneer forming on his lips.

"Kneel before me, and I might let you off..."

"Go to hell!" 

The word "kneel" seemed to particularly enrage the fistfighter, who didn't wait for the knifeman to finish speaking.

He launched a punch that connected squarely with the knifeman's face.

The force and speed of the punch were evidently of a high standard; the knifeman, lacking the ability to dodge, was immediately knocked down.