Once, twice, ten times, twenty times.
Azrael, sitting on the abdomen of his last foe, decided to take another approach when it came to killing.
Just as Chunk had said, the only rules were the ones announced at the start of the match.
So it should be fine if he were to test his punch strength against someone's head, right?
"Wai—"
ArcLancer attempted to call out, only to be hit by another of the relentless fists Azrael was unleashing upon him.
With each hit, the man's head would fall backward, hitting the earth below. The inertia would then carry it upwards, only to be struck by Azrael's next punch.
Chunk, known here as Silkflow, arrived shortly after Azrael had dispatched the two teaming duos, witnessing the way he was mutilating the last one.
Truthfully, Chunk had a good heart; under normal circumstances he would have attempted to stop Azrael. But he hated teamers with a passion, since they often teamed up against him.
So he deemed stopping the scene unnecessary.
"Please—"
