Chapter 65: He must die!

With a single move, the bout was decided-winner and loser, life and death. Drew, arrogant to the extreme, had his throat slit by a silver needle. Blood fountained, arcing through the air. Dante Easton remained calm, unruffled, as if the man lying behind him and bleeding out had nothing to do with him. The stands, however, erupted. "What's his name? That strike was fast, fierce, and precise!" "Damn, whose man is that?" "He hits hard, gives no one a chance to breathe!" "Why can't I sense any...