Chapter 131
It’s time for our next match!
The final match of our Top 8...
Boothill vs Seele!
At one end of the arena, Boothill stood with his signature smirk, arms lazily resting at his sides as if the battle had already been won. Dressed in his dust-coated cowboy attire, the gunslinger exuded an air of confidence so thick it was nearly tangible. The holsters at his hips carried twin revolvers, sleek and deadly, while a rifle was strapped across his back. His hat tilted just slightly, casting a shadow over his cocky grin.
Across from him, Seele Vollerei stood with a quiet intensity. Clad in her sleek black combat suit, she embodied deadly elegance, her long twin tails swaying slightly as she shifted her weight. She rested one hand on the handle of her massive scythe, her other hand adjusting her gloves with precise movements. Unlike Boothill, her confidence was not flaunted—it simply existed, unwavering and undeniable.
The announcer’s voice thundered across the battlefield.
"Warriors, prepare yourselves! Boothill, the gunslinger of legend, feared across the cosmos! Seele Vollerei, the phantom reaper, a whirlwind of destruction! No mercy, no surrender—only the will to win!"
The crowd erupted as the gong rang. The fight had begun.
Boothill acted first, quick as lightning. His revolvers were already in his hands before the sound of the gong had even faded, twin muzzles flashing as bullets screamed through the air. Seele vanished, her form dissolving into a blur of dark energy, reappearing behind Boothill with a silent step.
"Missed me," she taunted, her scythe already swinging in a deadly arc.
Boothill twisted just in time, ducking under the blade with unnatural speed. "Heh, darlin’, if I was really tryin’, you’d already be six feet under." He rolled forward, firing another volley over his shoulder.