Left Fist Deals High Damage, Right Fist Deals Heavy Damage

Sparta did not dare linger where he was. Using the flight ability every Viltrumite possessed, he hurriedly flew into the air nearby.

The ground rumbled once more.

A small mushroom cloud rose, turning the fifty-meter-wide crater into a hundred-meter-wide one.

At the same time, most of the dueling arena instantly collapsed into ruins, losing its original appearance.

Sparta floated in midair, crossing his arms before him to block the flying debris.

Once the mushroom cloud dispersed, Sparta slowly lowered his arms and stared at Eric, who stood at the center of the crater.

Eric had his back to Sparta. Sensing Sparta's gaze from behind,

he slightly turned sideways and glanced at Sparta floating in midair from the corner of his eye.

He turned around completely, bent his legs slightly, and instantly leaped into the sky, raising his fist as he charged at Sparta.

Seeing this, Sparta raised both arms above his head and dove toward Eric, who was jumping up from below.

20 meters... 10 meters... 5 meters...

The distance between them grew smaller and smaller. Just as they were about to collide, Sparta suddenly accelerated, throwing off Eric's attack prediction.

Sparta wrapped his arms around Eric's waist and fell from the sky.

"Do you think this will work?!!"

Eric drove an elbow into Sparta's back.

Sparta gritted his teeth, held Eric tightly, and continued diving downward.

Eric frowned and repeatedly slammed his elbow into Sparta's back again.

"Puh—"

Blood sprayed from Sparta's mouth. The next second, both of them crashed to the ground.

"Too foolish, Sparta!"

On the ground, Eric grabbed Sparta by the throat and lifted him up.

"Cough—"

The suffocating sensation rushed into his brain. Sparta grabbed Eric's wrist with his left hand and tried to pry it away while his right fist struck Eric again and again.

The first punch broke Eric's brow bone, the second broke his ribs, the third broke his nose bridge, and the fourth broke his ribs.

Rather than making Eric release the hand around Sparta's throat, those attacks only made his grip tighter and tighter.

The suffocating sensation gradually intensified. Sparta's pupils began rolling upward, and his consciousness blurred.

Although Viltrumites could hold their breath for a long time, once their brains lost their blood supply, they could still fall unconscious or die.

Sparta stopped attacking with his fists and instead concentrated all his strength into his right knee.

With a fierce thrust, his knee smashed into Eric's jaw.

The effect was immediate. Feeling the grip around his neck weaken, Sparta hurriedly broke free.

Before he could even land, an unexpected fist struck him in the cheek.

The blow landed directly on the wound Zoe had cut open with her hand blade.

The wound widened. It had already stopped bleeding, but red blood began flowing out again after that punch.

"Argh—"

Knocked to the ground by the punch, Sparta cried out in pain.

Hearing the scream, Eric stepped forward twice, crouched before Sparta, and threw another punch.

"Get up!"

The moment his words fell, he swung another fist.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

"That's all? I haven't had enough fun yet!"

As Eric spoke, he used both left and right fists, every blow landing on Sparta's head.

"Get up!"

"I said get up!"

"Get up!"

The left fist dealt high damage; the right fist dealt heavy damage.

Sparta's face had long since been disfigured. His brow bone, jaw, nose bridge, mouth corners, and cheekbones had all been split open by the punches.

Blood flowed from the torn wounds. Before long, the ground beneath the back of his head had become a pool of blood.

Sparta could only hear ringing in his ears, and his vision had turned dark red.

Enduring the agonizing pain, he pressed his fingers together and stabbed them into Eric's abdomen, grabbing an internal "tube" and yanking it out with all his strength.

After doing that, Sparta's powerless arm dropped to the ground. He no longer had any strength left to resist.

"Cough—"

Eric coughed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Lowering his head to look at the "tube" that had fallen out of his abdomen, he interlocked his blood-covered fingers and raised them over his head.

His interlocked hands became a hammer.

As the hand hammer drew closer, Sparta closed his eyes.

Bang!

The hand hammer smashed into his face. Before losing consciousness, Sparta clearly heard the sound of facial bones shattering.

"Huff—"

"Huff—"

Eric panted heavily, strands of blood escaping with every breath.

Bracing his hands on his knees, he forced himself upright. His blood-red eyes looked at the unconscious Sparta, though no one knew what he was thinking.

At that moment, Zoe appeared behind him, one hand resting on her shoulder.

"You didn't execute him."

Eric turned to look at the equally battered Zoe and said strangely,

"Why would I execute Sparta? He has earned my recognition."

"He has earned the right to keep living."

In fact, he had recognized Sparta from the very beginning, when Zoe's arm had been twisted off.

After all, Zoe was a major in the Military Department, a genuine elite.

As for him, he was a colonel in the Military Department, also an elite.

The fact that Sparta could break Zoe's arm and beat him black and blue showed just how strong he was.

Though to them, those injuries only counted as minor wounds.

To an eighteen-year-old Viltrumite who had just come of age, however, it was the highest honor.

Sparta had already surpassed 99.99% of his peers, even most veteran soldiers in the Military Department.

What? You asked about what happened afterward? He had only wanted to vent.

After all... that blow had really hurt.

"Do whatever you want."

Zoe coldly glanced at the unconscious Sparta, then turned and flew into the sky, breaking through the clouds.

She did not want to stay with this father and son pair.

Watching her leave, Eric hoisted Sparta over his shoulder and vanished into the ruins in the blink of an eye.

Sparta lay on a bed and slowly woke up. A pure white ceiling filled his vision, while beeping sounded beside his ears.

He wanted to turn his head and look around, but his neck seemed to be fixed in place, leaving him unable to move it.

With no other choice, he endured the pain throughout his body and sat up from the bed.

"So it's a hospital."

Seeing the red cross emblem on the blanket, Sparta understood where he was.

Throwing aside the blanket, he walked barefoot out of bed and stood before a mirror, where he saw what he looked like now.

He wore a hospital gown, and his face was wrapped in bandages, with only his eyes and mouth exposed.

Yet when Sparta saw his current appearance, he smiled.

He had passed the assessment. He did not have to die.

What could possibly make someone happier than being alive?

Click.

The room door was pushed open, and a Viltrumite doctor wearing a white coat walked in.

He looked at Sparta standing before the mirror and said flatly,

"Since you have awakened and can walk, it means you have recovered. Take the documents and leave this place. Return to where you belong."

With that, the doctor placed a set of documents on the hospital bed, turned, and left.

"Oh."

Sparta muttered softly and picked up the documents.

The scene shifted.

Sparta flew through the sky with the documents in hand, heading home.

The breeze was cool, and flocks of birds flew alongside him. Everything felt so warm.

After flying for a short while, Sparta glanced down at the ground, slowed down, and began descending.

He landed on the ground before an ordinary house.