Chapter 733 -3 Simple and Easy
The echo of the closing gate still reverberated in the hallway.
The ‘spectators’ watching were all dumbfounded.
"What does this newcomer want to do?”
"He’s not thinking of completing the ‘hunt’ here, is he?”
"Impossible, unless he’s gone mad!”
"Which ‘Mad Hunter’ here isn’t stronger than him?”
"Would any normal person become a ‘Mad Hunter’?”
"Tear him apart, big boy!”
"Let him understand the meaning of ‘mad hunt’!”
On the ‘Mad Hunter’s’ screen, comments flowed like a torrent.
Even on the screen belonging to Jason, similar comments started to increase.
Especially when the ‘Mad Hunter’ named ‘Big Boy’ began rushing toward Jason, the spectators frantically tapped at their keyboards, venting the rising adrenaline.
‘Big Boy’ had sprinted up to the ‘newcomer.’
Their breathing accelerated.
Their cheeks flushed.
They widened their eyes, determined not to miss a single thrilling detail.
A head flew into the air.
Many who were focused on this scene started to cheer when the blood splattered, but the cheers broke off as soon as they began.
Because, the one who fell wasn’t the ‘newcomer.’
Those “audience members” sat there stunned.
But just seconds later, hundreds of people once again started sending barrage after barrage of comments.
As similar comments began to appear, the live video started replaying.
Everyone saw clearly in the slowed-down replay what had just happened.
"Big Boy” spread his arms and pounced toward the “newcomer,” as in previous matches, and based on previous experience, “Big Boy” would embrace the “newcomer” and then strangle them in his arms or hoist them high above his head and viciously smash them to the ground.
Flesh and bone colliding with the hard concrete floor naturally results in broken bones and tendons, if not death.
And this was what all the “audience members” knew about “Big Boy.”
It was what they were expecting.
But such a result did not occur.
The “newcomer” effortlessly dodged “Big Boy’s” attack.
Then, with a swing of his blade.
"Big Boy” was muscular, but against the Broad Blade Cleaver’s edge, it was still useless.
A flash of the blade, and the huge head rolled to the ground.
All “audience members” watching the replay footage stared blankly at “Big Boy’s” disbelieving ugly face.
Similar expressions surfaced on their faces, too.
About three seconds after the barrage on Jason’s screen paused, it exploded.
"This newcomer is no ordinary guy!”
"Are you kidding me? Calling this guy a ‘newcomer’?”
"Definitely an old hand in disguise!”
"Upstairs you’re an idiot, can’t you check the official data!”
"This win’s in the bag! I’m going to make a fortune!”
"Sure enough, bet it all on the newcomer!”
"Think you’re going to win? It’s too early!”
"Don’t forget he’s still at the ‘Starting Point,’ even if he scores 20 points, he has to leave the ‘Starting Point’ to claim victory.”
"The two ‘Hunters’ behind won’t let him go.”
"Especially that ‘Wheelchair Thinker,’ who not only has the strength but also has superior intelligence.”
"That guy’s ability to strategize is impressive, in the past few ‘District Matches,’ he has secured the ultimate victory through his successive strategic plays.”
With a flick of the blade, the bloodstained edge dropped its crimson drops.
Jason didn’t even glance at the fallen ‘Hunter.’
The guy looked muscular, but not a bit of skill, and on top of that, not too bright either. Although an ordinary person might get scared by that kind of crazed appearance, in Jason’s eyes, the guy was just a clumsy, senseless beast.
Dealing with such, really was too easy.
However, Jason didn’t take the ease of his first victory to underestimate his upcoming opponents.