You Are the Challengers

Just as Sparta prepared to wrench his opponent's wrist apart, another Alien Warrior raised his fist and closed in.

Faced with the sudden attack, he dared not let his guard down. He crossed his arms before his chest and firmly caught the incoming fist.

Before he could steady himself in the void, a third Alien Warrior suddenly appeared and punched him in the side.

Sparta let out a muffled grunt. Pain flared in his side as the blow sent him flying back over a hundred meters.

Grimacing, he rubbed his aching side and looked ahead.

It had been one thing not to look, but once he did, he discovered that there were not merely three Alien Warriors surrounding him—there was an extra zero added to that number.

Sparta protested, "I'm only one person. This isn't fair."

The Alien Warriors did not stop their assault because of his words.

"Are you kidding me?"

"We don't need to talk about fairness when dealing with butchers like you!"

As he spoke, an Alien Warrior threw a straight punch at Sparta's face.

Sparta ducked beneath it, drove his left fist into the opponent's liver, then blasted his right fist toward his jaw.

The Alien Warrior took both punches head-on and was sent tumbling backward through the void.

He struggled to stabilize himself in midair and shouted to his companions, "Don't give him a chance to catch his breath! Get him together!"

Thirty Alien Warriors closed in on Sparta from different directions.

Sparta remained calm at the sight. Clenching both fists, he faced them head-on.

The leading Alien Warrior threw a punch forward as he flew in.

Sparta threw a right punch as well.

The instant their fists collided, energy erupted.

The Alien Warrior's arm exploded outright, flesh and bone bursting into a bloody mist in the void.

An Alien Warrior from the side seized the chance to launch a sneak attack, whipping out a kick so fast it left an afterimage.

Sparta caught his ankle with both hands, then used the force of the kick to spin sharply and swing the ambusher into the enemies charging from the other side.

The two Alien Warriors crashed together amid screams and wails, their bones shattering as blood splattered everywhere.

Then Sparta flung the body in his grasp into the crowd, smashing a gap straight through the encirclement.

But there were too many enemies. Another ambusher followed immediately with a flying kick.

Sparta had no time to react. The kick struck his back solidly, sending his entire body sliding forward.

Just then, a cold blade chopped straight down toward the top of his head.

Sparta's pupils suddenly contracted. He raised both hands over his head and caught the descending blade between his palms.

Before he could catch his breath, an axe blade howled in from the side, splitting open his waist and embedding itself deep in his flesh. Blood blossomed in the void.

Sparta groaned, his eyes bloodshot from the agony as the muscles in both arms bulged.

"Aah!!"

With an enraged roar, he snapped the blade above his head in two.

He grabbed the broken blade floating in the void and viciously drove it into the neck of the one wielding the hand axe.

Blood sprayed from the axeman's neck. He released the axe handle and clutched his throat tightly with both hands.

That movement only drove the broken blade lodged in his neck even deeper.

The Alien Warrior's eyes widened as life left him amid resentment and fury.

Sparta pulled the axe from his waist, and even more blood gushed from the wound.

Gritting his teeth, he hurled the axe at the nearest enemy.

The spinning axe flew toward the opponent's head and embedded itself precisely between his brows.

The Alien Warrior's life ended just like that, without pain.

The deaths of the two did not make the remaining Alien Warriors hesitate in the slightest. Instead, they launched an even more frenzied assault.

Sparta punched back an enemy lunging at him. Two more Alien Warriors evaded their flying comrade and attacked together from the left and right.

He blocked the elbow strike from the enemy on his right, but a punch from the one on his left struck his temple. His ears rang, his vision went dark, and he briefly lost consciousness.

"Don't underestimate us!!"

The enemy on the left raised his left fist, while the enemy on the right raised his right. Two heavy punches slammed into Sparta's face at once.

Sparta's head snapped back. Blood spurted from his nose, and several bloodied teeth flew from his mouth.

The pain in his face instantly restored his consciousness, but before he could move—

Another Alien Warrior descended from above and planted both feet into Sparta's abdomen.

Sparta spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. His body curled like a shrimp as he became a streak of light, plummeting rapidly downward.

Seeing this, all the Alien Warriors turned and dove toward where Sparta was falling.

The scene shifted to the surface of a barren planet covered in gravel.

With a bang, Sparta crashed into the ground, and the shockwave kicked up a sandstorm a hundred meters high.

As he fell, more than twenty streaks of light followed close behind and smashed into the ground.

They stood not far from where Sparta had landed, watching silently without continuing their pursuit.

As the sandstorm gradually subsided, Sparta hunched over and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm mixed with grit.

Then he straightened up and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

His feet left the ground as he hovered above the massive crater, his gaze fixed on the Alien Warriors standing in a row in the distance.

"Heh heh, you're pretty strong. Now this is more like it."

"And besides... you're the challengers!"

The Alien Warriors exchanged looks. Without wasting any more words, they immediately launched a new round of attacks.

The distance between both sides rapidly closed. Sparta's fist struck the face of the Alien Warrior charging at the front.

His fist drove the opponent's face forward all the way, smashing the Alien Warrior's entire head into a rock wall.

The moment Sparta pulled his fist from the rock wall, several whistling sounds came from behind him.

He sharply twisted aside, and two blades and a one-handed hammer swept past him.

Sparta pressed his fingers together into a hand blade and thrust it into a swordsman's chest.

His hand blade pierced through the opponent's lung and emerged through his back, bringing a cloud of blood with it.

He violently swung his arm, slamming the corpse hanging from it into another swordsman.

Sparta's feet flashed as he charged toward the Alien Warrior wielding a short hammer.

Just as he was about to hit his target, a fourth Alien Warrior burst in from the side.

Sparta quickly raised his arm to block, and the opponent's fist struck his forearm.

The punch drove him back, his feet plowing two deep trenches through the ground.

"Take this punch!!"

The Alien Warrior appeared before Sparta and slammed his fully charged right fist toward his forehead.

When the fist collided with his forehead, the Alien Warrior's right arm broke, and the jagged broken bone pierced through his own forearm from within.

Meanwhile, Sparta's forehead remained completely unscathed.

Sparta grabbed the opponent's broken arm, swung the entire Alien Warrior up, and slammed him heavily into the ground.

Then he stepped forward and crushed the opponent's head beneath his foot.

"Don't fight alone!"

An Alien Warrior shouted.

Hearing that, the remaining Alien Warriors gathered together again, preparing to launch a coordinated assault.

Facing the regrouped Alien Warriors, Sparta moved his right foot half a step back and raised his tightly clenched, blood-covered fists.