Mr. Nobody collapsed onto his back. Soon, a pool of dark red, almost black blood began to form beneath him.
The blade had pierced his side and sliced through his liver. Now it jutted out of his abdomen, an unmistakable omen of his defeat.
A stunned silence swept through the stands. No one, not even Santi himself, understood how it had happened.
"I-I-I…" The boy began to stutter, staring in horror at his bloodied palms. It seemed he was already ready to say something like "I'm sorry," but…
"FINISH HIM!!!"
"FINISH HIM!!!"
"KILL HIM!!!"
"Amigo, finish off that villain!!!" a girl in the stands screamed.
"Ha-ha…" He let out a disbelieving laugh, spitting out more and more blood. His body was gradually weakening from the heavy bleeding.
Despite everything, there was a slightly sad, understanding smile on his face. He looked up at the sky, listening to the crowd's shouts.
Both of their faces were battered and bloodied.
