Counterfeit Hero

On the other side of the fighting arena, a short, stocky man seized the opportunity. During the fight, he grabbed his opponent’s hair, and after his knee strike was blocked, he swiftly swung his leg upwards, hitting his opponent in the groin. The kick was brutal and venomous, causing his opponent to collapse with a scream. The short man showed no signs of mercy; in plain view of everyone, he grabbed the limp opponent’s head and twisted it with both hands, breaking his neck.

The gruesome scene in the fighting arena further fueled the nobles’ fervor. On the stands, they clapped in celebration or shouted angrily, creating a tumultuous roar. If the entire fighting arena hadn’t been reinforced with a full steel frame, with crucial parts thickened and strengthened using Superhard Alloy, it would have already collapsed from the immense vibrations.

Since there was only one match on Saturday, the prison had made careful arrangements. Many "coaches" didn’t even know their fighters. Various prison factions with deep-seated grudges had gathered for this match. Besides the five deaths and six injuries caused by Gino’s faction on Tuesday, this fight was even more thrilling than all the matches from Wednesday to Friday combined.

Up to this point, five people were already lying down in the fighting area, and the prisoners who surrendered all had broken arms and legs. In the final battle, these two prisoners who each killed two others had no reason to show any mercy. Their clash would be as spectacular as a collision of planets.

The two prisoners fighting to the end were completely exhausted. According to the rules, they were allowed five minutes of rest before the final showdown. The guards in the central control room were about to activate the temporary rest signal light when the images on the monitor left them dumbfounded. At that moment, the previously boiling fighting arena suddenly fell silent,

The nobles looked at each other in shock, horror, confusion, and bewilderment. The scene before them left them unable to describe their feelings.

The Fatty who had been lying on the fighting arena from the beginning was actually standing up again! Wasn’t he clearly beaten to death? Moreover, at the time, his death was so gruesome that everyone saw the tattooed man knock him down and then kick him in the head repeatedly until he died!

Bloodstains still lingered at the corner of his mouth and a large puddle of vomited blood remained where he had lain. Being able to stand up after being beaten this badly—what kind of logic was this, how could anyone play like this, who designed this, what was left to believe in the world, what is justice, how do our bets count, who will compensate for the torn Fatty’s betting slips?

The most emotional were the two girls, Ann Lei and Susan. When they saw Fatty, whose body seemed already stiff, suddenly revive, their emotions were like riding a roller-coaster with a thousand-meter elevation difference. After a vertical drop, they were suddenly lifted skyward.

Seeing a dead man suddenly come back to life in front of their eyes, the irrevocable despair turning to joy—it was enough to drive anyone mad!