Chapter 25
Chapter 25, Episode 012 This Bastard (2)
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As Drake Easton’s words faded out, Flossie Wright and Janice Wood shared a look before understandingly shifting their targets, and sprinting towards their opponents.
Their movements were exceptionally swift, charging towards the nearest soldier the moment Drake finished speaking. Before anyone could react, they were already at his side.
Under the watchful eyes of many, just as the spectators’ hearts leaped in anticipation, Flossie bent her knees and without hesitation, aimed directly below the belt of the soldier they were attacking...
"Damn! What dirty tactics!"
A soldier suddenly exploded in righteous indignation, yelling out in the crowd.
The targeted soldier had just registered Flossie’s movement and reached out to block her when she abruptly stopped her action. Using her left foot, she forcefully shifted her attention to the stunned soldier next to him. Meanwhile, Janice Wood, who had already maneuvered herself behind the attacked soldier, catches hold of his shoulder, spins him around, and delivers a kick to his abdomen, sending him sailing out of the arena!
However, as everyone incredulously shifted their gaze towards the unlucky soldier who got kicked out, Flossie had already duped another soldier using the same trick. Before anyone could react, Janice Wood had already kicked him out of the arena as well!
The ensuing scene proved to be a visual spectacle, as one soldier after another fell prey to the duo’s attack strategy. Even those who had anticipated their attacks found themselves deceived by Flossie’s feints, and before they knew it, they were swiftly taken out by Janice. There was no time for negotiation!
It wasn’t until the fourth soldier was kicked out in the exact same manner that the entire ground fell silent. Dead silent.
"Damn, show some sportsmanship!" the ninth surviving soldier complained, wincing as he watched his comrades get kicked out of the game. It was as if his heart was bleeding.
𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Thanks to his interruption, the rapid action finally came to a halt.
"Flossie, I’ll handle these two." Janice Wood told Flossie Wright, then shot a glance at the ninth soldier, including him and the soldier nearby in her list of targets.
She had been itching to deal with this pest!
"Alright." Flossie responded vaguely. Her dark, shiny eyes lifted, fixated in Calvin Ramos’s direction.
A person’s fighting style is often related to their personality. During the entire process, Calvin Ramos, who was closest to the action, had the chance to help but chose not to. He just stood by and watched, making no move to help.
In other words, this man didn’t want to take advantage of others’ crises.
Just looking at his appearance and temperament, it was clear that he was a gentleman. Flossie Wright didn’t particularly like these types, but she didn’t detest them either, mainly because their weakness was glaringly obvious. They were not likely to go hard on women unless absolutely necessary.
The two-versus-one battle off to the side had begun. Flossie Wright lifted an eyebrow slightly, unconsciously clenching her left fist. In the next moment, she fiercely lunged forward, aiming for Calvin Ramos’s head. Calvin instinctively raised his hand to block her fist, only to feel a chilling breeze sweeping past his face. Flossie’s right fist, a deceptive ruse, was already threateningly close to his head. He narrowly dodged the attack by tilting his head backward, while simultaneously grabbing Flossie’s left arm to restrict her movements. However, Flossie swiftly twisted to the left, swinging her right elbow towards his throat...
Flossie Wright, who had seized the initiative in the blink of an eye, demonstrated impressive agility and speed, which truly defied everyone’s expectations. The spectators watched, their pupils dilated in shock. But Calvin Ramos hadn’t earned his reputation for nothing; he was a competent fighter. He quickly regained control and the two became entwined in combat. Gradually, he even started to suppress Flossie.
— End of Chapter 25 —