The Beast Slayer

Dead Or Alive Tournament

Chapter One Hundred And Eleven

Damien Black’s POV

“I bet you couldn't hit me if I stood still and aimed for you.”

I taunted the man looking at me with so much confidence ,false confidence .His body language clearly says something different, he is scared and what a pity.

I would have preferred a stronger match , I needed to kill bloody and release some steam. This dude is lucky , I have decided to go vanilla and all soft on him.

Something deep down tells me that I need to save my strength for the last , the devils son.

I reached across his body with his right hand, grips the handle of his sword just below the guard, draws it out, snaps it forward so it’s pointing at me, then places his left hand on the grip just below the right.

The player does the same, mirroring my movements.

“Hahhahahhahah”

The player stated laughing out of nowhere and I crooked my neck trying to find out if he is getting mad or just drunk on fear?!

Then I felt a kick from behind, I turned around and the