The next moment though one of the smiles suddenly stopped, and turned to a grimace of pain, fear, and terror, while the other just stayed the same, carrying even a tint of playfulness.
The truth was even Eric didn't like the current him, but that was necessary if he wanted to terrify the next opponents. Otherwise, he would be there all night fighting pretenders for his place.
As Eric was having that momentary self-loathing fling, his opponent's head was actually almost removed from his head, as there was blood pumping out like oil in a gas station.
It was extremely gore and frightening to see something like that happen, but it was necessary to happen for Eric.
The poison had certainly done its job, completely dispersing all the energy inside the opponent's body in a matter of seconds, while his knife landed perfectly on the guy's throat with force.
