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No matter what, both of them must survive.

They had to live no matter the circumstances.

Only by surviving could they leave, only by surviving could they continue their journey, only by living could they do what they wanted to do.

John felt a deep pang of heartache when he saw such a severe wound on his captain.

But there was no choice; he had to make this cut.

It was the only way he could find a breakthrough, the only way he could end the battle between them.

Otherwise, they would both be dragged to their deaths in the long run.

There was a rule in this place: unless one side completely lost the ability to fight, the survivor could choose whether to spare the opponent's life.

However, John was acutely aware that if Victor won, death was the only path awaiting him.

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So, no matter what, he had to resolve this quickly.

Victor dodged John's next attack, then turned back, a different glint sparking in his eyes as he faced John.

He couldn't fathom why his opponent was so formidable this time, unlike any he had faced before.

Previously, most would fall under his hand within a few moves.

But now, he was actually wounded by this man.

Victor's mood darkened, the situation dredging up unpleasant memories.

If he continued to waste time, he feared he might lose.

Victor's hands slowly clenched into fists, and John sensed an imminent danger.

But he could retreat no further and instead swung his blade forcefully towards Victor! He exerted all his strength, yet carefully angled his strike.

His blade was meant to inflict severe injury at most, definitely not life-threatening.

But unexpectedly, before his blade could fall, it was caught by a pair of hands!

John's pupils dilated in shock.

Victor had caught his Bloodthirsty Blade with his bare hands? Was he mad?

John could have retracted his blade, but doing so would have utterly destroyed Victor's hands.

The Bloodthirsty Blade was exceedingly sharp, sharper than anyone could know, and John knew this better than anyone.

To pull it out now would sever Victor's tendons completely.

Yet, if Victor kept hold of it, John would be left with no options but death.

John gritted his teeth and, summoning all his strength, continued the motion downward!

With a sickening thud, Victor's palm was sliced off, half of it dropping to the ground as blood spurted out.

The air filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

Silver Tear, caught off guard by John's ruthless action, widened her eyes in shock and instinctively rushed forward, only to be held back by Dark Fox the next second.

"Why are you stopping me?"

Silver Tear's eyes reddened, her voice trembling with emotion.

That was their captain! The invincible captain who had been their pillar, their sky!

But now, half of his palm was severed.

How could she accept this?

Even if they could somehow reattach his hand, the sensitivity would surely be affected.

How could their proud captain tolerate such an ordeal?

"Snap out of it!"

Dark Fox's voice was a low growl, but Silver Tear was far from calm, desperately trying to break free, when suddenly—

Slap!

Dark Fox's hand struck Silver Tear's face forcefully.

The other servants in the room were stunned into silence.

Yet the maid with jasmine flowers in her hair continued to smile gently, as if the chaos unfolding around her had nothing to do with her at all.

Silver Tear was stunned by the slap, but it somewhat jolted her back to reality.

Covering her face, she looked at Dark Fox in disbelief.

"Have you fallen for him? Are you so eager to rush down there because you see your new toy wounded, that you don't even care about your own dignity?"

Dark Fox's harsh words made Silver Tear clench her teeth, snapping her further into sobriety.

Yes, what would she become if she rushed down now? And what about John?

Their presence here would turn into a mockery; they wouldn't be able to save their captain and would only endanger themselves.

Silver Tear clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood without her noticing.

"Why did you hit me? Don't you feel anything? Such a handsome and capable man—if we take him back to play with, he might last a while."

She said this deliberately, touching her face and putting on a fierce expression.

"What right do you have to hit me? Don't think just because you're like a brother to me, you can treat me this way! I'll make sure to complain when he comes to his senses."

Dark Fox had acted out of desperation, and hearing Silver Tear speak this way, he actually felt a slight relief.

Silver Tear was indeed calming down, and there were some things she dared not speak further on.

Dark Fox let out an involuntary sneer, then pointed to everything within the arena.

"If you want to go down there and die, I won't stop you, but don't forget who you are and why you come here every day. Don't act recklessly in this place, or I won't be so kind to you."

"Don't lose your way just because you see someone a bit handsome. I'm warning you, these matters aren't so simple to handle."

Dark Fox said this deliberately, really just for the ears of the maid standing nearby.

He wasn't sure what this person was really about, but it clearly wasn't simple.

Revealing themselves too early could pose a great threat to John.

Silver Tear bit her lip, feeling a burning pain on her face, yet she couldn't say anything because she did feel she had lost her composure.

If Dark Fox hadn't restrained her, she might have already rushed down, not daring to think of the consequences that would have brought.

The other two servants were trembling, kneeling on the ground, trying to appear oblivious.

But their quivering shoulders betrayed their inner turmoil.

They didn't understand why someone who had been so amiable moments ago had suddenly erupted into violence.

However, they didn't care about these things; they just wanted to survive, nothing more.

Yet the maid continued to smile gently, showing no other reaction.

Unseen by Silver Tear and the others, a swirl of black mist quietly surged around Jasminette.

This wisp of dark fog was very subtle, hidden within the folds of Jasminette's clothing, rendering it invisible.

Meanwhile, John was still fiercely battling on.

He could clearly sense that Victor's movements were becoming slower.

The resistance he faced was weakening, and seeing his attacks making an impact truly felt like Victor was wearing down.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

If he couldn't stop Victor even with such efforts, then he truly stood no chance at all.