Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 685

When Windchaser got the news that a certain someone had met with her demise in an accident, he nearly died.

Initially, he felt sorry that a certain someone had died, but now, he realized that there was one more person who could make him so angry he would die of a heart attack.

Windchaser swore that when he had gone off stage later, the first thing he would do was to beat that woman who had mocked him incessantly so dreadfully she would be handicapped and wish that she was dead.

"Sure, if you want so badly to die, let's just continue." Malcolm's face was stormy. A murderous intent was potent in his beady, cold eyes.

Since he no longer had any reputation left, he might as well do all he could to get Windchaser another chance to fight.

All in all, it was his wish that Riverdale wouldn't win in this duel.

After that, Malcolm cleared his throat and announced with a booming voice, "The seventh match has officially begun again."

The panel of judges was very disappointed with Malcolm, who was clearly biased. The people who had come to watch the duel had also strongly suspected the fairness and justice of the Havaria Martial Arts Association.

Yolanda smirked nonchalantly.

Malcolm was very obedient indeed. She laid down a trap for him and he had eagerly jumped into it.

The reason she ordered Elleven to compete again was not only to humiliate the other party but mainly also to cause Malcolm to lose his credibility, making his position in the Havaria Martial Arts Association plummet.

As for Renee, what other choices did she have? She had to continue to compete no matter what.

Perhaps the stage crew at the duel were also displeased with how openly Malcolm was biased to one side, so when they heard what Yolanda said, they got Windchaser a chair for him to rest.

Windchaser was just held at knifepoint twice by Elleven at his neck, but his face was not even as stormy then as it was when he saw the chair.

Renee might be so angry she had lost her mind, or she might be so determined to win that she went all out without caring for her reputation anymore. She had her men prepare a set of protective gear for Windchaser and had presented it to him.

Windchaser's features twisted with anger, but he still put on the protective gear.

"You can do it, Windchaser! Kill that puny nobody!"

Judas' face softened. He reckoned that Yolanda would be sure to suffer a huge blow.

Elleven was Yolanda's subordinate. His defeat signified Yolanda's defeat.

If Elleven had lost, Yolanda could not be so smug anymore.

The emcee on the stage had never seen anything like this before. He paused for a while before finally picking up his microphone and announcing over the roaring crowd, "The seventh match has now begun!"

The moment he was done, Windchaser shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

His sword trembled with power and his eyes thick with murderous intent. He wanted to finish off his opponent in one swift move.

Just as he struck, he also whipped out some dart weapons at the same time.