Another wound appeared on the burly man's body.
Even though Uvogin and Nobunaga were both seriously injured during the exchange, the relentless injuries inflicted upon the burly man were beginning to make him panic. He had realized a troubling fact: his wounds were far more severe than theirs.
And it seemed the two had found a strategy against him—they were growing increasingly adept at exploiting his weaknesses.
The burly man suddenly considered a terrifying possibility. If this continued… he would lose?
"No! Absolutely not!"
He flew into a frenzy, his eyes bloodshot. Losing was something he absolutely could not accept.
Once he lost control, the outcome shifted. The burly man completely ignored Nobunaga and redirected all his attacks onto Uvogin.
The pressure this created was immense. Blows rained down on Uvogin with terrifying force, and he let out a muffled grunt. A trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
Nobunaga looked toward Uvogin in concern.
"Don't worry about me—take the chance!" Uvogin gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure, while Nobunaga put all his strength into looking for an opening.
Imprints of fists began accumulating on Uvogin's body at a rapid pace.
But in exchange, the burly man's body was now covered with cuts—knife wounds from Nobunaga, crisscrossing his skin.
He was covered in injuries, his entire body dyed red with blood.
Nobunaga's blade slashed across the burly man's calf, slicing into an artery. Blood sprayed out like a fountain, immediately soaking the ground around them.
The burly man staggered.
Uvogin saw his chance. His figure flickered forward.
A punch packed with dense aura blasted toward the burly man.
But just as the blow landed, Uvogin saw something chilling—the burly man was smiling.
A surge of alarm rushed through Uvogin, but it was too late.
The burly man's arms clamped around him, squeezing with terrifying force. He intended to crush Uvogin to death.
Nobunaga dashed forward recklessly, slashing at the burly man again and again in wild angles.
Watching this, Ron couldn't help but recall a scene from the Baki universe—one of Oliva's iconic moments.
This was what it felt like to be completely overpowered. Uvogin now understood how the Worm had felt when facing him back then—crushed in every aspect, with power so overwhelming it was beyond resistance.
"But killing him won't be that easy!"
Nobunaga suddenly sensed something through his En—a potential weak spot in the burly man's body.
Without hesitation, without even checking clearly, he struck.
As soon as the blade pierced through, Nobunaga felt something different.
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His pupils contracted violently.
When he looked up, the scene shocked him. The burly man's body convulsed violently.
A shrill scream echoed through the area. It was even louder than Uvogin's roar during his fight against Porcupine.
The power behind the voice was immense.
Uvogin felt the strength in the arms holding him weaken.
The grip was loosening.
He didn't struggle immediately—he waited until the pressure lessened even more.
Then, with a fierce twist, he broke free and leapt backward, retreating dozens of meters before finally stopping.
The burly man collapsed.
Nobunaga also pulled back to a safer distance.
But the burly man wasn't dead yet. He was in a critical state—his blood continued to spill out, staining the battlefield red.
He glared at Nobunaga with eyes full of hatred.
Nobunaga returned to Uvogin's side. At that point, Uvogin's condition was dire. His body was severely contorted, bones shattered under repeated blows, internal organs compressed.
Even his eardrums had ruptured from the burly man's earlier roar.
He wasn't dead, but he had lost all hearing.
He could no longer hear anything outside.
Nobunaga stood watch over him, alert. He didn't dare approach the burly man again, but he also couldn't leave Uvogin's side—what if there was one final desperate counterattack?
Ron showed a strange expression.
"Never thought the decisive blow… would turn out to be a Thousand Years of Death."
The noise from this fight quickly attracted the attention of others.
Members of the Phantom Troupe and members of the biological experiment squad all turned to look this way.
From the scene, it was clear—the burly man had lost.
Many Troupe members visibly relaxed. With the burly man defeated, Uvogin and Nobunaga could assist elsewhere. The balance of victory began tipping toward the Phantom Troupe.
The flute-wielding woman glanced over with a dissatisfied look—
She was unhappy with the burly man's performance.
In her eyes, he had failed.
But unnoticed by everyone, a spider crawled over to the burly man's side.
It reached his body, climbed into one of his wounds, and entered him.
The burly man twitched, his expression distorted, and instinctively tried to turn toward where Spider-Man stood.
But before he could, his consciousness faded.
And control of his body was taken over—by the spider.
Or more precisely… by Spider-Man.
Neither Uvogin nor Nobunaga realized what had happened.
Threads of spider silk began forming at the burly man's wound sites, slowly repairing his injuries.
"Uvogin, are you okay?"
Nobunaga asked with concern.
But Uvogin couldn't hear him. He simply pointed at his ear.
Nobunaga reached out, wanting to help him stand—
Uvogin quickly shook his head.
Even the slightest movement brought excruciating pain. Staying still was the best option… unless he could get treatment.
Nobunaga's face darkened.
"Your injuries are that serious?"
Uvogin pointed in the direction of another battlefield.
He couldn't hear what Nobunaga was saying, so he just repeated it again.
Nobunaga clenched his teeth, looked back twice, then ran off toward Franklin's position to support the fight.
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Damn..... I feel sorry for that guy