Flashy went through intense emotions after killing number 47 and he made a promise to Pablo in front of everyone present.
He promised Pablo that he would make him rule the entire world.
And at this, Pablo smiled.
’Now he is on the right track.’
Apart from Pablo and Flashy, no one really cared about the dynamics between them.
The guests were looking at each other with confusion and Diablo and Graham exchanged looks as well.
But the show must go on.
"Alright. Alright. That’s enough. You won, Flashy. You will get ten percent of the amount the military will receive today. Go and sit down. You did well." Diablo clapped and everyone else did the same.
Flashy left the circle and with his head held high, he walked towards the guests area.
He stopped in front of some particular guests and those guests flinched at the bloodied sight of his face.
"Wait for your death." Flashy said and went to sit on the last row of the guests’ section.
The siblings heaved a sigh of relief and Diablo continued the event.
"Alright. That was number 47. Number 48, come here."
48 stood up and went to the stage.
His opponent came forward.
They both went inside the circle.
The guests bet their money on them and their fight began.
After five minutes, their fight ended and number 48 was the winner.
"Number 49. Come here." Diablo called the next one.
The same process happened and the 49 was the winner.
Then, that time finally came.
The time many people were waiting for.
Sera, Draxus, Flashy, Hustler, Diablo, Graham and many other people who were watching the event from inside the building.
"There is no need to call for the next fight, everyone. Only two candidates are left now. Stand up, you two." Diablo said.
And Number 100 stood up.
"Let’s Goooo!!" Sera cheered right away.
And there was only person for whom an arrogant girl like Sera would cheer.
’As they say…’ Pablo walked towards the circle and stood inside it.
’Keep the best for the last.’
Number 50 also came inside the circle and now both men were standing in front of each other.
Pablo examined his opponent and he was rather outmatched in physique.
50 was a burly young man.
Pablo then looked at his right side, at the five members of the Abyssal Butchers division.
’All these fights, they didn’t show any type of reaction. I have to get their attention somehow.’ Pablo thought of many ways to do that but all of them seemed ordinary. He needed to do something else.
’Abyssal Butchers’ consists of monsters. And I don’t have to think too hard about this. The answer is very simple. To get the attention of the monsters…’ Pablo clapped his hands and got ready for the fight.
’You have to show you are one of them.’
"What will you do?" Cupid asked.
’The same thing I told you.’
’I’ll annihilate my opponent.’
"Everyone, pick up your devices and bet your money on them." Diablo yelled and the betting process began.
After five seconds, everyone looked at the screen in the sky.
Number 100 - 2000 Million
’Not too shabby.’ Pablo liked the attention.
"Ohho. All of you bet on number 100. He got the opposite number from his slave." Diablo knew it would be .
"Anyway, are you ready to see the last fight??"
"Yeahhhh!!" All the guests screamed. Flashy and Sera screamed the loudest.
"Haha. And candidates, are you ready?"
"Ready? Bitch, I was born for this." Pablo said.
"So cool!" Sera praised.
"Well then. You shall fight in…" Diablo began the countdown.
Diablo took a deep breath and along with all the guests, he bellowed :
The fight began and Pablo didn’t make the first move.
"If you don’t come then I will." 50 said and took one step forward.
The ground rumbled and it wasn’t because of 50.
The guests glued their eyes inside the circle. They all wanted to know the reason behind the rumbling.
Hustler was also paying close attention to the fight. He wanted to see Pablo’s strength.
One more second passed and everyone finally saw the culprit behind the rumbling.
Something came out of the ground and it came between Pablo and 50.
Everyone looked closely and they recognized what it was.
"He called the roots from under the ground!"
Pablo had used his second Ego, I am Groot, and called thick roots from under the ground.
And they hadn’t come out just for show, they had their purpose.
50 was coming towards Pablo and that was when the roots had come out so as a result, 50 was entangled in the roots.
"Oh. Everyone, he trapped his opponent in the roots. He is entangled. He can’t even move his fingers." Diablo did the commentary of the fight very well.
50 was now all entangled in front of Pablo and he couldn’t run away as well.
And being entangled in front of Pablo, was the worst thing anyone could do.
Pablo walked towards his opponent and stood in front of him.
50 was trying to move, he was trying his best to get out of the roots. But the more he struggled, the more messed up he became.
Pablo, however, let the man do whatever he wanted and he just shoved his hand inside his bracelet.
After that, he took out a knife.
’That’s the same knife I cut my fingers with.’ Draxus recognized the knife. ’So he kept it with himself. Nice.’
"He took out a knife?"
"That’s so boring. Now he will stab the man and end this fight."
"I wanted to see some blood."
The guests already made conclusions for Pablo but Pablo paid them no mind and looked at Diablo.
"What?" Diablo asked. It was the first time when someone talked with Diablo during a fight.
"Can our opponents forfeit the fight? I mean, if they said that they give up, what would happen to them?"
Diablo frowned. That was a strange question but Diablo still answered.
"Yes. They can. If your opponent says that they give up then they will get disqualified and you will be the winner by default. The disqualified candidate will get kicked out of the military. They would get to live though."
"I see. Thanks for the information."
Pablo focused back on his opponent and he brought the knife closer to 50’s face.
Then he forcefully opened 50’s mouth and held his tongue.
Then he forcefully stretched the tongue and now it was visible to everyone.
50 seemed to understand what was going to happen, so he began moving more desperately than before. He just wanted to get out of the roots. But he couldn’t escape now.
"What are you doing?"
"Why did you ask that question?"
"What are you exactly going to do?"
All the guests asked various questions to Pablo.
’I see. That’s so like him.’ Draxus understood Pablo’s intentions.
"Tell us, Pablo. What are you going to do?" Diablo asked as well and Pablo finally spoke.
"You said our opponents can forfeit the match by admitting defeat. If they said they give up, the fight would be over. And I don’t want that shit. So, right now…"
Pablo adjusted the grip of the knife on his hand.
"I am just making sure that doesn’t happen."
Everyone went wide eyed. Even Diablo and Graham were surprised.
And apart from them, one finger of the five members of Abyssal Butchers, twitched as well.
They all finally understood what Pablo was going to do and he began to do that.
50 was continuously trying to get free from the roots but nothing worked and Pablo would not wait anymore.
He put the knife on 50’s tongue and in one full swing…
Pablo cut off the tongue.