A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis
Volume 15 Chapter 33: That’s Fine Too!

Volume 15 Chapter 33: That’s Fine Too!

"?" The crowd tilted their heads, baffled by his words. What do you mean we shouldn't watch it? Scarlet's expression froze as she stared. That was not the usual way Keith talked.

What do you mean we shouldn't watch it?

Keith didn't explain as he stared at Draezar. There was a cold calmness as he stared at him.      

"Being." Seeing how the two were prepared, the referee quickly shouted. 

Draezar went all out from the beginning as he started to wail at Keith. An offensive wolf. He continued to strike while Keith raised his guard to block the blows. 

Keith was slowly being pushed back.

Draezar's eyes widened even more as he saw this. He was nothing more than a rag-doll against him. It became a better situation when he pulled Keith's body to the ground and mounted him. His fists became even heavier as he continued to strike. 

Tharaziel couldn't help but roar, "What are you doing?! Get out of there and throw a punch!" How could he get pinned down so easily?! 

"Keith." Scarlet continued to watch the fight unfold. Her eyes quivered.

Valgros frowned as he watched from the side. He is not taking this seriously. 

"What's the matter? Are you frozen in fear now?!" Draezar could see, "When I'm king, I'm going to kill off all the humans!" 

"..." 

"What?! Nothing else to say." 

"Here I thought you would bring something to the table." Keith caught the next fist that came. Others couldn’t see it, but Draezar could. Those eyes were piercing, as if it was already stabbing through his chest.  

Snap! 

"Gah!" A howl soon escaped from Draezar's mouth as he instantly backed away from Keith. His fist was crushed and bent in a way that could be described as ordinary. 

"My hand! You broke my damn hand!" He roared as he held his broken fist. 

Keith got up from the rubble, "I was right. You can deal, but you can't take it." In the last fight, he caught something. 

Tharaziel's hit caused a strange reaction from this demon.  

Usually, people shouldn't show such a reaction. Actually, they wouldn't show it to make the opponent doubt whether they took damage or not. 

Draezar's reaction to his blow was over the top. 

A genius that can’t take blows. Basically, he was a glass cannon. 

"You!" Before Draezar could throw a punch, Keith caught it and broke his other hand. 

“Do you think I would make it easy for you?” Keith held Draezar down on the ground. His eyes were filled with coldness, “I’m going to beat you to a bloody pulp for all of the trouble you caused.” And that was what he did; he continued to beat him down.

“He’s pissed off,” Valgros mumbled as he watched this bloodbath. No wonder he didn’t want his kid here to watch it. Blood and destruction. Draezar couldn't even do anything since both fists were broken so heavily. 

“I!” Before Draezar could even howl, his head was smashed down into the ground as a fist landed on his back, “Do you think I’m going to allow you to quit?” That was foolish thinking. He continued to slam him down, and the crowd was utterly silent as they witnessed this spectacle.

“What are you all doing?! Go in there and save my son!” Sarthos roared. But the guards squirmed a bit, “Are you sure we should? The young master hasn’t given up.” To jump in when the king and queen were here was asking for trouble. 

“Who cares! My son is going to die.”

“Well, he’s not going to.” Keith looked to the side at Sarthos. He was holding him by the neck, “Unlike this idiot, I actually know how to hold back.” 

Hold back? You call that holding back? Draezar definitely had broken bones all over the place.

Keith held him up by the neck and turned to Sarthos. His arm dropped him, and he slowly fell to the ground before Keith kicked him up to the stands, slamming him right into the top part of the rock and him dropping before Sarthos’s legs.

“You can have him back. He’s pretty pathetic, isn’t he?” 

“YOU!”

“What? Does the father want to get beaten like his son?” Keith cracked his neck, “Because I can make it happen. Just calm down and not be a C-H-I-C-K-E-N.”

“...” Is he crazy? But then again…When you look at Draezar, it seems to be the case.

“You!”

“Enough,” Alastair stared at Sarthos, “Go take your son to the infirmary.” 

“...” Sarthos gritted his teeth as he picked up his son. 

“Like father like son, can’t even take a hit.” Keith shook his head, "So am I the winner?"

“I don’t accept you as the winner,” Alastair stated. 

“Eh?!” The crowd was baffled. There was another twist in this situation. Keith then asked, “Wait, does that mean there’s no winner in this tournament?”

“...Yes.” 

“Okay! That’s perfect as well!” Keith laughed as he walked off. 

“Eh?!” This is perfect?! 

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