Chapter 753 - The Old Werewolf

Luckily the grenades were muffled by Cross. There were no casualties. Except for the three nurses killed by Ash. Cross ripped the knife out of the nurse's head. Blood splattered in his eye. He wiped the blood from his eye and examined the knife. The knife had elf carvings in it. He shoved it in his pocket. The first half of the tournament was coming to an end. The last match was between Cross and a skinny old man who looked like if he coughed he would die. The old man had a long beard and carried a cane. He was missing almost all of his teeth. Despite the old man's appearance, he partook in 2 wars. "Look here old man I don't want to hurt you," said Cross. The old man smiled. "Thank you for consideration young man." "Now let's get down to business." "Get down to business." Cross sighed and said: "Fine." "But don't blame me for any of your old bones shattering like glass bottles." The old man tossed the cane to the side and took off his dress shirt and tie. He clenched his hands into fists. Veins began popping out of his neck and head. His spine stuck out. The once skinny old man turned into a snarling savage werewolf with giant deathly claws. The werewolf began howling. Jon said; "Begin." The werewolf leaped at Cross. Cross sighed and punched the werewolf in his face, knocking out all of his teeth. Blood also came out of the old werewolf's mouth. He crashed into the audience. He was immediately eliminated.