No use running, no use hiding, this series of combos hammered down, tormenting the fighters with piteous wails. On the empty ring, with crack and crunch, splish and splash, nothing but the crisp snap of breaking bones could be heard, chilling the onlooking crowd to the bone, too horrified to watch.
In such an instant, clearing the stage of the rabble with neither death nor mercy, the only two left standing before Li Pan were Hu An and Okada Isamu.
These two weren't just spectators; they were all in, overloading their prosthetic bodies, one with lightning-fast punches and the other with stealth assassination arts, attacking in tandem, resorting to desperate life-for-life fighting techniques.
Unfortunately for them, Li Pan wasn't here to gamble with lives, he was here for fun.
What speed and invisibility? Against the RS7's enemy-detection system, it was impossible to hide. Li Pan dodged and weaved, intentionally saving these two for last.
