Still Farmer's Three Punches

Still the same old saying: whoever wants to beat Sparta, he Clayton was definitely going to go help back him up.

Since he couldn't beat Sparta in a single-combat fight, he refused to believe that a few people added together couldn't beat Sparta.

Besides, Jayce would also join in on this sparring match.

No matter how you looked at it, four people against one meant the advantage was on their side.

He had been wanting to beat up Sparta for a long time; even if ganging up on him wasn't an honorable win, it was fine as long as he could hit the guy.

"How about you guys?"

Seeing Clayton already rubbing his fists and palms and getting all impatient, Jayce turned his head to look at Digger and Kaden, who were still hesitating.

Hearing the question directed at them, the two exchanged a glance and nodded together, replying:

"I have no problem with it."

"Me neither."

Four people fighting one—if they refused again, it would make them look too much like grubs.

Moreover, they also wanted to see how strong Sparta's current strength was and just how big the gap in power was.

Jayce nodded slightly, fixing his gaze on Sparta:

"They've both agreed. What about you?"

Sparta cracked his wrists, facing the four-person siege without the slightest bit of fear:

"I don't have a problem either. You guys call the shots."

"But I'll put it out there first: if anyone gets hurt, I'm not taking responsibility."

As he spoke, Sparta's gaze intentionally or unintentionally drifted toward Clayton.

The bad blood between the two of them wasn't a matter of just a day or two; in the upcoming sparring session, he definitely had to add a little extra for the guy.

"Very well. Since everyone agrees, let's find a barren planet."

"Don't worry, remembering the lesson from last time, there definitely won't be any Rock Giants this time."

Jayce brushed past Sparta's side, walking straight down the corridor toward the hospital's main entrance.

Sparta pulled away from the doorframe, taking large strides to follow right behind Jayce, and the rest of them followed along in succession.

Leaving the hospital, the group flew out of this planet and into space, searching nearby for a venue for their upcoming sparring match.

Relying on their own speeds exceeding the speed of light, they quickly found a planet covered in lush vegetation, devoid of any living creatures and civilization.

Sparta landed on the ground, twisting his neck and shaking his arms, preparing to welcome the four-to-one battle.

He stood in the center, while Clayton, Digger, and Kaden formed a triangular formation facing three different directions.

Jayce hovered midway up in the air, crossing his arms and quietly watching the movements of the four people below.

"Hahahaha! Watch how I beat you flat this time!"

Clayton stared at Sparta and laughed out loud, cracking his knuckles as he squeezed his fingers.

Conversely, Sparta only used the corner of his eye to glance sideways at him, not even bothering to look at him straight-on.

"I'll return those exact words to you."

It was still the pre-battle declaration; it was still pre-battle trash talk.

Digger and Kaden wore solemn expressions, obviously feeling that even with a joint assault from several people, taking down the opponent wasn't going to be an easy task.

They could already picture the scene of the few of them getting thrashed.

"Since everyone is ready, let's begin."

Jayce, hovering midair, said out of nowhere.

The moment his voice fell, Clayton kicked a medium-sized footprint into the ground, screaming as he charged toward Sparta with his fist tearing through the air:

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time!"

Facing Clayton, who raised his fist and charged straight at him, Sparta shifted his posture slightly, opening his palm to steadily catch the other's fist.

He then swiftly raised his arm, knocking Clayton flat to the ground with a single punch.

Clayton smashed a shallow crater into the earth, his damp lips getting caked in dust.

Digger and Kaden launched their offensive from the rear flanks on either side.

Sparta turned to face their pincer attack, tilting his head back to dodge the punch Digger swung, while his left hand clamped down on the wrist of Kaden's attacking arm.

He lifted his leg in a frontal thrusting kick, planting the sole of his shoe squarely into Digger's abdomen.

Digger was sent flying from the kick, his entire body uncontrollably hurtling backward.

He then crashed back-first through a dense cluster of trees, smoke and dust scattering in midair to create a thousand-meter-long artificial path.

Having dealt with the former, Sparta shifted all his attention onto the last person.

With his right wrist grabbed, Kaden still wanted to raise his left fist to launch an attack, but Sparta was faster.

Before his left fist could even make contact, a sharp pain erupted from his ribs.

Kaden hunched over, hurtling backward at a speed even faster than when he had charged in, and finally smashed heavily onto the ground.

In less than ten seconds, the joint assault of all three people was completely cracked.

"What a pity. Is this really the most you can do?"

Sparta stood right where he was, letting the gentle breeze brush across his cheeks, and crossed his arms to pull off a massive flex on the spot.

He looked drop-dead gorgeous—seriously.

Jayce hovered in midair, his eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze between Clayton's trio and Sparta.

It seemed he had still underestimated the guy's strength.

Right at that moment, Clayton climbed up from the ground, spitting out the grit lingering in his mouth:

"Don't get full of yourself! Do you seriously think I'm made of dough?!"

He kicked off the ground hard with both feet, the earth instantly fracturing with spiderweb-like cracks, and launched himself toward Sparta like a cannonball.

Sparta turned around, raising an eyebrow as he stared at the oncoming figure. He still kept his arms crossed, making no move to dodge.

BOOM!!

Forehead and fist collided, whipping up a violent gale as the shockwave assaulted all directions.

Sparta stood his ground, his head not shifting a single fraction, while the earth beneath his feet caved in from the impact.

"Ahhhhhhh."

Clayton's finger joints fractured the instant they made contact, bending outward at unnatural angles.

He clutched his wrist, backing away with a look of terror in his eyes.

Sparta raised a hand to grab Clayton's shoulder, smashing a punch right into the side of the other's cheek.

Clayton's teeth dislodged from his mouth, his entire body stumbling backward uncontrollably for several steps.

The next second, a ferocious expression washed over his face as he slammed his right elbow viciously into the top of Sparta's head.

Yet Sparta still didn't move his head in the slightest, acting as if the opponent's attack was nothing more than an itch.

Sparta threw another punch, striking the other side of Clayton's face and dislodging a few more teeth.

At that moment, Clayton's entire face was swollen, bruises hanging from both corners of his mouth.

Faced with the two heavy blows, he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam with zero intention of backing off.

Instantly, his left fist—shrouded by displaced air—struck Sparta squarely in the abdomen.

The next second, Sparta's counterattack arrived right on schedule, landing a third solid punch squarely on the bridge of his nose.

Clayton's nasal bone shattered instantly, fresh blood spraying from the split bridge of his nose as he stumbled backward, his gaze growing unfocused.

After retreating several steps, he barely managed to steady his stance, yet his footing remained completely erratic, just like a wasted drunkard.

One could only say his alcohol tolerance was terrible; he got drunk after taking just three punches.

Meanwhile, Digger and Kaden, who had been repelled earlier, also rejoined the battlefield.

The two of them exchanged looks upon seeing Clayton's miserable state; although they didn't say a single word, the solemnity in their eyes increased by several notches.

"Come on, let me see your teamwork."

Sparta harmlessly spread his arms wide, leaving all his bodily vulnerabilities exposed right in their line of sight.

Digger and Kaden weren't fooled by the scene before them, scattering apart and moving toward the flanks on the left and right.