Mixed Blessing System

Chapter 291 The First Death Of The Day



When it was time for Lothur and Oliver to fight, the two stood in their places, both wearing their killing clothes.

Oliver was wearing a purple cloak that covered most of his body down to his heels, with green gloves on his hands and black shoes on his feet.

On the other hand, Lothur wore a long-sleeved shirt and trousers that fit tightly over his skin, with no bulk left to hinder his movements. He had nothing on his feet, but his hands were protected by red gloves, the same color as his other garments.

"Are these clothes of that color meant to hide your blood that will soon be coming out of you?" Oliver looked at Lothur with a smile on his face, teasing his opponent.

There were still a few more grains of sand left to fall from the top of the hourglass, so Lothur closed his eyes and laughed. "That\'s so as not to scare the beautiful ladies in the surrounding area with what\'s about to happen, hehe."

"You are magnanimous. Worrying about the ladies here when you are about to have such a relevant duel..." Oliver said in a mocking tone.

While they were exchanging barbs, the match referee saw that time was up and authorized the two to start this fight!

"Begin!" He shouted, almost instantly causing the two young men to run against each other.

As they moved, Lothur immediately showed that he was faster than Oliver.

Even with the formation of that platform sealing off the spiritual cultivation of the people in the area, this was something that could not be that limited. After all, at the end of the day, a person\'s speed depends heavily on physical characteristics!

Since Lothur had such an attribute far above that of his opponent, he soon showed that he was faster than Oliver!

\'What?\' Oliver was surprised by this, and when he was only 3 meters away from Lothur, he decided to attack him so as not to suffer from his opponent\'s blow first.

So while running, he spun in the air, making one of his legs circle from a lower position to high, aiming to hit his opponent\'s head.

Both Oliver\'s gloves and his shoes produced for this fight had features that increased the hardness of these items, along with the presence of piercing edges. Because of this, a kick or a punch from him would bring his opponent risks similar to being attacked by weapons, not just clothing.

Additionally, such items protected their wearer\'s body from rebounding attacks, which would enable even a mortal to kick or punch a cultivator without getting hurt just by the attack itself.

Thus, his foot came close to Lothur\'s unprotected face as he saw his opponent raising one of his arms to meet this attack.

\'Idiot, your clothes will not withstand my blow! My items are almost Bronze-grade! You\'ll probably break your arm and make it easy for me!\' Oliver thought to himself, already envisioning his victory.

Pow!

Unfortunately for him, the moment his foot touched one of Lothur\'s arms, he felt like he had hit an iron wall, luckily not being hurt by his own attack.

At the same time, Lothur used his opposite hand to grab that heel of Oliver\'s, squeezing it hard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Oliver cried in pain as he felt something trying to rip off his right heel, not understanding how Lothur could have so much strength in his hands.

But Oliver did not know that Lothur\'s gloves were the kind that significantly increased the pressure exerted by the wearer, something that could make even a mortal smash logs of wood with their bare hands.

However, Lothur did not intend to defeat his opponent by crushing that part of the body. So he used his great physical strength to lift Oliver\'s body in the air, taking this fellow\'s other foot out of contact with the platform.

,m When he did this, Oliver swallowed his saliva in fear as people in the surrounding area rose from their seats to observe what was about to happen.

It was unusual for a fellow to take the body of his competitor in this way and act as if he were playing with a toy.

Then everyone observed as Lothur grabbed that leg of Oliver\'s with both hands and, ignoring the young man\'s resistance, made an attacking movement against the ground.

He moved Oliver\'s body as if using a giant hammer to pound the ground, quickly making his opponent\'s head hit the platform.

Pow!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Oliver cried in pain as he was hammered against the ground, having felt his weight acting against him during his accelerated fall.

But his terror did not end there. As he brought his hands to his head, feeling the pain of being attacked so brutally, Lothur punched his stomach a few times, trying to destroy any resistance this fellow might have.

Then, as the sounds of Oliver\'s agony covered the voices in the area, including the supportive comments of his family members, Lothur climbed on top of him.

As he did so, Lothur moved his hands toward Oliver\'s head, startling the people on that platform.

"What is he going to do?"

"Tsk!"

"Does it matter? That battle is won!"

"I didn\'t think Lothur was superior even to Oliver... The young prodigy from the Dohmen family couldn\'t even impose a challenge to his opponent."

"Humph!"

"I don\'t believe it! That kick from Oliver must have fractured a couple of Lothur\'s bones!"

"Yes, but that makes no difference. Lothur is beating Oliver..."

Arguments continued to spread in the surroundings, along with the elders of House Dohmen sweating in awe as they watched their young prodigy suffer at the hands of Lothur.

"Damn it!"

"How can this be happening?"

"What should we do? Maybe throw in the towel before young Oliver gets hurt?" Someone from that family questioned his superior.

On the other hand, Lina and Amelie were watching Lothur with excitement, looking forward to the moment when he would define the future of the Christen family.

And when everyone in the surrounding area was heatedly discussing and following the fight, the match referee realized what Lothur was about to do.

\'He won\'t...\'

Gulp!

This person looked down at Lothur\'s hands and saw this fellow squeezing Oliver\'s head with his thumbs above his opponent\'s eyes and the rest of his fingers firmly around that head.

In that instant, Oliver\'s feet and arms began to flail as he forgot the pain he was feeling to despair at this situation.

"That\'s why my clothes are red. To camouflage your blood that will gush from your head!" Lothur said to his opponent, with several people in the area understanding that he was going to kill his opponent.

"Damn it!"

"Stop this fight! We give up!" Someone from the Dohmen family tried to throw a white towel on the platform, but it was too late.

At that moment, sounds of bones breaking sounded in that place as Oliver\'s head exploded in Lothur\'s hands, scattering his brains all over the surroundings.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The cries of a few young women arose as most there fell silent, watching this decisive moment.

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