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"You won't silence me!", The man said again standing with a serious face in front of Timothy.

Timothy's face remained strict as he stared at the man.

"Head of Sticilia my foot!", The man said and spat.

"I'll make sure I break your iron fist today!", The man spoke and took of his shirt revealing his thick brown muscles.

Majority of the crowd watched in silence.

People from other cities discussed amongst themselves, but the Sticilians were quiet; they watched with their fingers crossed.

Although Timothy's rulership brought about the fastest and most effective growth, the people had to suffer a level hardship; one that other ways the reward.

But how dare they say a word?

Timothy had people all over the place, no one knew who Timothy's men were and so they dared not rebel even secretly.

So all they could do now is pray in their hearts that this man wins, else they were going back to the tyrannic rulership.

Timothy whose face was straight suddenly began to chuckle.

"What's funny?!", The man asked seeming irritated by Timothy's scornful chuckle.

"Murphy.... Murphy... Murphy!", Timothy added as he placed a hand on the man's shoulder.

"I think it's best you go home…", He added with a smile.

Pow!

The man slapped Timothy's hand off his shoulder.

"Go home so you'll send your minions to kill me?!"

"There's no going back now! It's either I defeat you or die!"

With that said the man throw an unexpected punch at Timothy.

Boom!!

The crowd heard a loud bang followed by a person flying in the air.

Bang… Bang…

After hitting the ground twice and bouncing off like a ball, the flown person was caught by a net like structure made of vines by the guards protecting at the edges of the ring.

Boom!

The dust settled revealing a huge depression in the crowd.

"Woah!!"

"Is that?!"

The once silent crowd began to cheer; especially those from Sticilia.

The others couldn't understand why these guys were happy that their leader was defeated.

Just as they cheered, the saw a figure standing up from and from the depression.

Timothy was back with a dirty and tattered clothes.

"Murphy, you leaving this ring alive would mean I am dead!", Timothy's angry roar came up as he ripped off his shirt.

"There should be no killing!", Misha had barely completed his yelling when he saw a figure up several feets in the air.

On seeing this, he inadvertently began to run away from Murphy who stood there with a fist ready to punch the figure about to land.

Boom!!!!!!

The ring was covered with a mushroom of dust as rocks flew.

The watchers covered their faces and finally began to peep after the dust had settled a bit.

With the the reduction of dust, they could finally see a huge depression in the ring.

The looked and saw Murphy laying almost lifeless on the ground, while Timothy stood next to him.

Before everyone's watch, Murphy obviously in severe pain tried to touch his other arm which was obviously broken.

"Fool!"

"Strength without wisdom would always result in failure…"

"How could you attempt to block a punch from such a height with a fist?!"

Timothy sneered.

After speaking, he turned to the crowd and pointed at Murphy.

"Sticilians is this who you want to be your ruler?!", He asked as the crowd remained sorry as they pitifully looked at Murphy on the ground.

Seeing that they said nothing and were sympathetic about Murphy, he grew more angry.

"I told you, you aren't leaving this ring alive! You should know by now that I don't go back on my words."

With that said, he jumped several feets in the air once again.

"Guards!!!", Misha yelled.

Several guards quickly sent vines to catch him so he doesn't kill Murphy, but yet, like heavy boulder falling from a great altitude, he still came down forcefully.

"Nooo!!!"

The crowd yelled.

Boom!!!

The damage was done regardless of all efforts.

A bigger depression was seen, some persons even closed their eyes, they didn't want to see a bloody scene; splattered blood.

But when they opened their eyes, they discovered that Murphy was a few feets away from the depression with a vine wrapped around his leg, seemingly dragged out.

The crowd was stunned; they were even more stunned when they traced the vine back to its source.

Guess who?

To be continued…