The heat that Jacob exhaled could almost spray on Herbert's face.
"Continue, you are an incest idiot, I will apply your blood to your body as a battle oil paint for the next time, so that everyone will know that my dagger once dug a humble heart."
With a cold snorting, Herbert wrapped his resentment in some kind of serene disguise.
"You are just a bastard who doesn't know where you come from. You think you are a real warrior and will only bluff in front of others. It's purely your luck to live to this day, Jacob, but your luck will be used up, you will use up."
Jacob looked at the other person coldly, and suddenly, he remembered a face that was seventy-sixth-sixth-same-like.
"I see."
He lowered his voice and squeezed out the sentence almost word by word.
"That guy who is as weak as a chick, is your brother? I'm sorry to chop off his six fingers before he died."
"Your nest is a bare breed!!"
Herbert finally couldn't control his emotions, and roared, and rushed forward.
The two of them first collided hard, and their fists hit each other in the faces, and then fell to the ground at the same time.
Herbert took a step back and avoided Jacob's blade, then waved his hand and cut a piece of flesh off the other person's shoulder.
As a counterattack, Jacob endured the severe pain and turned around and elbowed and circling kick when the opponent tried to leave, kicked the opponent hard on the chest, kicking the opponent directly back to the ground.
When Herbert tried to stand up, Jacob also felt his waist hurting because a piece of flesh was cut off. He turned his head and could see the pink muscles through the peeled skin, and blood suddenly surged out.
This is not a joke, the other party really wants his life!
"court death!"
With anger, Jacob opened the attack with his blade frame.
Herbert tried to block, but Jacob suddenly turned, and used his blade to slash along the other's forearm, forcing him to
Herbert had to withdraw and return to defense.
This caused a gap in the middle of the opponent. Jacob stepped up and stabbed the dagger straight into the opponent's chest.
With a bang, sparks flew everywhere.
"you--"
Jacob really didn't expect that this man would be so obscene that he put on protective gear.
"You damn bastard! You don't deserve to be Astate with trash like you!"
Herbert suddenly grabbed Jacob's arm, then turned around and threw it hard, smashing the other person towards the bed board.
With a bang, Jacob hit the bed heavily, his forehead was broken, and blood flowed out of the wound, and the spreading traces formed a dirty and hideous pattern.
"This should be my brother's qualification!!! How dare you kill him!"
“Too much nonsense!”
Just as Herbert waved his fist and hit him, Jacob, who was lying on the bed, suddenly pushed his knee upwards and hit the other party's forehead, almost causing the other party's skull to sink. It can be seen that the force of this move is so strong.
Taking advantage of the other party's appearance, Jacob turned over and then used the most common uppercut in street fighting, constantly hitting the other party's face.
The original breathing sound evolved into a roar. They had abandoned their respective weapons at some point. Although no one cared at this time, they seemed to be maintaining the minimum rationality.
But if they continue to do this, perhaps their last bit of reason will disappear in the blood.
Before everything was irreversible, the battle was terminated by a flying data board.
The thing weighing 10KG flew from the gate and hit Herbert's back. The huge energy directly knocked the strong boy down. He didn't even have time to figure out what was going on when he fell down.
When he was about to chase Jacob with his fist, he suddenly felt a big hand appearing behind him, and pushed him hard, causing him to fall forward and finally fell to his knees on the ground.
The original noise disappeared, and the two boys were gasping for breath as if they had just finished their labor. Not only were their clothes torn to pieces, but there were not many pieces of their skin intact.
"Hmmmm, yeah—"
Herbert's throat squeezed out a grunt, his face covered in blood and his mouth was filled with liquid, making no one hear what he wanted to say.
"Guu--"
On the other side, Jacob wanted to stand up, but eventually lay on the ground.
At this moment, a giant with an angry face stood in the middle of the room. He was wearing a complete set of power armor, his fists clattering.
When his eyes fell on the two boys, even though he was a kind person, he reached an unprecedented level of anger in his life.
"You two idiots who are killed in heaven."
"Master Bahram..."
Finally, after coughing out a piece of blood, Herbert spoke.
“…I just…”
The next second, the armor-covered boots "touched" Herbert's chest, instantly causing all the sounds to disappear instantly, leaving only a whine of pain.
“Be quiet.”
The warrior standing in front of them was Bahram, he said irritably:
"Shut up my mouth, open your eyes and see what you have done!"
"It's him..."
Jacob staggeredly tried to stand up, but Bahram didn't say anything, and slapped his backhand.
Now Bahram's punch was enough to knock a mortal's head away from his shoulders, but he carefully controlled the power, but this was by no means something that a mortal could easily absorb.
So Jacob, who was hit on the left shoulder, turned around and fell on the floor again, moaning in pain, as if there was no bone in his body that was complete.
"I said it, don't speak, you both are."
Bahram swung around the blood they were dripping, carefully examining the destruction, and then made an insulting voice.
“I don’t need to retrieve the surveillance to know what’s going on.”
He pointed to the walls, floors, metal beds and tables, and all kinds of blood were painted on it like oil paintings, filling the entire dormitory with a smell of rust.
"Ha, everything tells me an extremely simple fact, you, Jacob,
Herbert, you are all bastards! You can’t understand what discipline is!”
Bahram's black eyes seemed to have thick frost condensed, and his anger made both boys cringe.
"So what does the title of Astart mean to you? You guy almost cut off your brother's shoulders, and you almost killed each other. Do you think it doesn't matter if you left your parents and the law, even if you kill someone? Or do you think you are qualified to ignore the rules?"
After struggling for a moment, Herbert tried to defend.
"Sir, we just-"
"I know Jacob killed your brother."
Bahram was unmoved, but just looked at the two injured boys coldly. He knew more about what happened during the screening, but now he would undoubtedly make the situation more complicated.
There is nothing right or wrong here, so he always emphasizes discipline and rules.
"Answer me, do you still want to be an Astate?"
The two boys looked at each other and said at the same time:
"certainly!"
"What if I tell you, you no longer have a chance?"
"No, sir! I know I'm wrong!"
"Give me another chance!"
"Hmph! You know you're scared at this time? But your current body cannot accept the transformation at all. Once you go to the operating table, you will be dead!"
As he said that, Bahram pressed the communicator pressing the neckline.
"Mr. Balitaem, I am Bahram of the Tenth League."
"What's wrong?"
The voice of the leader pharmacist Nasing Balitaem, immediately came from the other end of the communicator.
"Two boys have physical condition and may require repair surgery."
In response to this, the pharmacist only snorted, indicating that he had heard Bahram's words.