Chapter Two Hundred and Nineteen
"That fatso is done for, the assassin from Dark Eye is too powerful," murmured the crowd below.
The behemoth standing opposite the Dark Eye assassin seemed as if he hadn't woken up yet, his expression was foolishly simple, and he was indifferent to the provocation from the Dark Eye assassin.
The crowd below shook their heads.
This was a silly big guy who could be frightening to ordinary people, but this was not an ordinary venue—it was the fighting ring for the Dragon Head battles.
And his opponent was a powerful assassin.
The Dark Eye assassin snorted coldly.
His body rapidly charged towards the behemoth. His figure almost completely turned into a shadow, and as the behemoth raised his arm to swing at the Dark Eye assassin, his thick arm was like a large stick swinging swiftly.
But the Dark Eye assassin was faster, his body quickly curled up, flying under the behemoth's armpit like a nimble monkey, while simultaneously pulling his dagger.
