However, even in such a situation, Dennis maintained his glare on O'Neal, the American enemy.
"Ah!"
Dennis stood up once more, gritting his teeth. One of his legs was broken, trembling greatly.
"Haha, you're done for. Your bones should be broken i n several places. What now? Still refusing to admit defeat?"
O'Neal laughed while looking at Dennis. "You're quite amazing to be able to stand with such severe injuries. The 10 people before you weren't at such a level. They had long admitted defeat while lying on the ground!”
Having said that, O’Neal paused for a moment before continuing, "Unfortunately, their admission of defeat and begging for mercy fell on deaf ears for I have sworn that as long as I stand, I will kill all who come with dissent!"
"Son of a b*tch!"
"Animal!"
Quite a number of people were outraged.
"What’s wrong? You bystanders find this unacceptable? Come sign the consent form and fight me in the arena! I'll grant your wish!"
O'Neal arrogantly opened his arms with his head held high, filled with confidence.
"I-I-I’ll kill you..."
Dennis gritted his teeth as he endured the gutwrenching pain from his leg and rushed at O'Neal in strides.
His leg was already swollen like crazy.
"Dennis!"
The female manager's tears flowed like a stream. He was truly someone with a soldier's spirit!
"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!"
Seeing his opponent approaching, O'Neal leaped into the air and sent a kick right at Dennis' chest.
"Pfft!"
Even if Dennis' body was tough, he could not hold it any longer. He was sent flying backward as he spat out a mouthful of blood. He then lay on the floor, unable to move.
The corners of his mouth were covered with blood. His fists were clenched tightly, unwilling to accept the outcome, but there was nothing else that he could do.
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