BAM!
The wave of impact caused by the collision of two punches was enough to destroy the surroundings. Even Levin, who was hiding behind the bush, also had to move, realizing that the impact was stronger than he expected it to be. However, he also raised his laser gun, getting ready to join the fun once the result of the fight was unraveled in front of his eyes. It didn't matter who came out as the winner, as long as he was worn out, it would be enough for Levin to take advantage of it.
It was a bit cowardly, but this was a battle royale. There was no rule in this fight, so whoever survived the longest was the winner. Also, Levin was a soldier, not a warrior. For him, winning and coming out intact was more important rather than fighting honorably. While he didn't mind doing that, if it hindered his chance to win, he would throw away that principle immediately.
"Yes, that is how you do this, Mister Soldier!" The illusionist inside his head also nodded in agreement. "There is no honor in a fight! The only thing that matters is winning it all! No one will know about your dishonorable deeds if your enemy is death!" Even though he didn't like the psychopathic illusionist inside his head, at this point, Levin had to agree with the dead man.
As the dust settled, the final result of the fight was finally unveiled. Levin narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to get a better look at the fight. There, he could see the ground where they stood got destroyed once again, yet they both didn't move as their punches were still connected to each other. For a moment, he couldn't see who was the clear winner of the fight.
However, he didn't have to wait for too long as a second later, blood splatted from all over the flamboyant man's body, and the man suddenly coughed blood too, indicating how bad the impact of the punch was. Meanwhile, the monk himself didn't even flinch, and the only impact he received was the tattered clothes that he wore, revealing the muscular body glistered by sweat and the sunlight above. It was clear by now who won the confrontation.
"Urgh!" The flamboyant man coughed, and then his hand lowered immediately. By how weak it was, Levin knew that there should be a lot of broken bones inside it, and the fact that the flamboyant man was still conscious despite the painful experience showed how strong he was. As expected from the player who was chosen for this game. There was no weak person here.
"You should know by now, right?" The monk suddenly spoke. "My punch is not just hard outside, but it also attacks your internal too. Right now, you should've suffered from several internal injuries, and while with timely rescue, you can still survive, I doubt something like that could happen in this world."
"Ha… Ha…" The flamboyant man panted heavily, trying to laugh yet the only sound that came out of his mouth was just a pitiful cough. It was clear that he lost the confrontation here. "So, this is it, huh?" He muttered lowly. Even though the flamboyant man was in pain, the only thing he had in his mind right now was his future fate that wouldn't be so long. He was sure that the monk wouldn't let him come out alive.
"Yes, this is it, Brother." The monk nodded solemnly, knowing full well what his enemy was thinking about. "I hope you can get the peace you deserve in the next life." Right after that, he chanted something for a few seconds before finally throwing another powerful punch. This time, he went straight to the flamboyant man's chest, aiming for the place where the heart was. If what he said about the punch going for internal injury was right, this would destroy the flamboyant man's heart immediately, killing him instantly.
BAM!
The man's body was thrown far before it hit the trees on his back. Even without looking, Levin knew that this was the decisive blow. There was no exaggerated movement here, no drama was created. Just the monk toying with the flamboyant man until he decided that he had had enough and killed the man.
Of course, while Levin was wary about the monk's hand-to-hand combat ability and his weird, lethal technique, he himself didn't think that he couldn't beat the monk. After all, he had the alternative to fight from a long range with his laser gun, and even though he could still remember how the monk could throw his wave of energy from afar earlier in the fight, the soldier was confident his laser gun would be faster than the monk's speed to chant.
However, right before he took action, the monk suddenly got up after sending his prayer to the dead flamboyant man and said, "I don't have any intention to fight you." This stunned Levin, stopping the soldier from whatever he was going to do.
"Stupid!" The illusionist's rage scream suddenly rang inside his head. "Why would you stop so suddenly like that?! This is your chance to take advantage of him! Who knows, maybe, if you can kill him, you will be able to gain his fighting technique too!"
Levin just ignored this stupid remark, still watching the monk carefully. After all, unlike illusion which he had no doubt was coming from something like talent or some sort of power like magic that no ordinary people would have, fighting technique was something that had to be honed by someone for a long time to perfect it, so there was no way something like that could be transferred instantly. The biggest possibility was to transfer the knowledge about the technique inside his head, yet he still had to train hard to master it, something that wouldn't be too useful for him in the future.
If anything, the only thing that could force Levin to fight was the prayer beads that the monk had on his neck and the blazer that the flamboyant man wore. After all, each one of the items had a price of about 200 points, and while compared to the other items possessed by the rest of the participants, those two were probably in the lowest category, it was still higher compared to the items that came from the animals they had to hunt.
However, as Levin was still weighing his options and thinking over so many complicated things inside his head, what the monk said next completely stunned him.
"Just come out, Mister Levin. Trust me, I don't have any intention to fight against you. I just want to talk about your deal with Mister Azzar."