Chapter 208

The teenager flew backward for a few moments before crashing back onto the ring. He spat out a mouthful of blood before going still. Clearly, he was dead. "He just died like that?" "I thought he's a skilled fighter!" "Fuck! My money! I lost 50 fucking thousand dollars!" The crowd went into an uproar at the sight of the dead boy in the ring. Perseus tuned out their jeers and complaints as he approached the corpse with a frown. He stuck out a hand under the boy's nostrils, only to detect nothing. Strangely enough, the boy's body was already stone cold, like he had just been fished from an icy river. "That's weird," Perseus mused. The boy was extremely strong. Even if his strength couldn't match Perseus', that punch wouldn't be able to kill him on the spot. At most, he'd sustain grievous injuries. Also, why was the boy's body this cold? When Perseus had felt him earlier, he thought he was touching a corpse which had died for a long time. This really was weird. "Mr. Perseus, you