Chapter 1006 — The Underground Fight Pit (Part Two)
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In truth, though Purple Wolf could send Black Bear flying with a single punch, he had not gone untouched by Black Bear's attacks. Black Bear's blows were not enough to send him flying, but they landed with considerable force, and Purple Wolf even began to wonder how such a frail frame could deliver punches of such weight.
He said nothing, but he had already suffered severe internal injuries.
Seeing Black Bear rise from the ground once more, eyes red, Purple Wolf grew irritated.
How was this Black Bear like an unkillable cockroach? Again and again he blasted him away with heavy punches, and again and again the man climbed back up. Purple Wolf was certain he had broken the man's ribs — how could he still stand, in that condition? Did he feel no pain?
Watching Black Bear charge at him, Purple Wolf could only grit his teeth and fight on. In an underground fight pit there were no rules and no yielding; only one outcome existed — one lives, the other dies. Only when one fighter had beaten the other until he could not move was victory counted.
"Bang!" Black Bear rushed in without fear of death and smashed a fist into Purple Wolf's skull, sending stars bursting before his eyes and his head ringing. He had been concussed — yes, concussed several times now. This Black Bear paid no heed to Purple Wolf's heavy punches, meeting him head-on with brute force alone, trading blow for blow.
At the same moment his fist struck Purple Wolf's head, Black Bear was sent flying by a punch from Purple Wolf, and crashed heavily to the ground once more.
Purple Wolf felt as if his head would burst; the pressure inside doubled in an instant. He knew that if he did not get to a hospital in time, he was likely finished. He was frantic, wanting to end the fight quickly and go for treatment.
But Black Bear, as if by a miracle, rose from the ground once more and launched another charge.
"Roar—" Black Bear came at him, fearless of death, and again swung a fist at Purple Wolf's head.
With a great "bang," dark purple blood spurted from Purple Wolf's ears, nostrils and mouth, and his whole body crashed heavily to the ground.
And in the instant Purple Wolf fell, he struck too; Black Bear's body was sent flying again and landed on the ground.
The whole arena erupted in uproar! The invincible, ever-victorious Purple Wolf had fallen — and blood was streaming from all seven openings of his head.
"Get up, Purple Wolf, get up!"
"Kill Black Bear!"
"Up! Get up!"
"Damn it, my five hundred thousand — I put it all on you! Get up, you bastard, stop playing dead!"
But what happened the next moment disappointed them all: the one who stood up was not Purple Wolf, but Black Bear.
Black Bear stood, both hands raised high, his eyes still bloodshot. Though he looked like nothing but a gourd of blood, he had won! He was the last man standing.
"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven... three! Two! One! Black Bear wins!" The loudspeaker in the arena began the countdown, and still Purple Wolf did not rise.