Chapter 68

"You've got a sturdy body, kid," Blade remarked, his gaze roaming over Hudson. Then, with a twisted grin, he licked his lips. "Alright. Since you're playing the hero, here's the deal—take three strikes from me. If you can withstand all three, both you and that fat guy pass. How about it?" Hudson didn't hesitate. He nodded. "Deal." "Bold! But let me make this clear, kid," Blade said, circling Hudson slowly with a sinister tone. "These three strikes—I don't care if you can handle them or not. Even if I break through your defenses on the first strike, the other two will still come. Got it?" "Do as you please." Hudson's eyes followed Blade's every step. The other candidates felt their stomachs churn. What was wrong with this guy from the Twilight Revenants? Was he out of his mind? Why risk himself for that chubby guy? Now that Blade's sights were set on him, who knew if he could make it out alive? … Meanwhile, at the command center, Hank was watching the scene unfold, gritting his