Clang!
As soon as the gong signaling the official start of the competition rang, the assailant lunged at the young boy with a sinister grin.
The speed was as if he was a ghost.
Even the numerous experts present only saw a blur, completely missing how it happened. The assailant had already rushed up to the boy.
The boy was also taken aback because at this moment the distance between him and the assailant was so close that he could even smell the foul stench from the assailant's mouth.
This caused his hairs to stand on end, and he quickly retreated backward.
But at this moment, the assailant gave a grin.
"Thinking of running now? It's too late!"
As he spoke, he reached forward, his hand aiming straight for the boy's neck.
The boy tilted his head to the side, narrowly evading the blow.
But this was just the beginning.
