"Finally stepping in?"
Sparta did not turn around. With his back to the other man, he glanced backward from the corner of his eye, watching the figure descending from the sky behind him.
He could already feel a trace of pressure.
Next, he would be facing three ordinary Viltrumite Warriors and one Elite Warrior.
At his current strength, avoiding injury was impossible, because Jayce's fists could break through his defense.
"That's right. I also want to know the full extent of your strength."
Jayce slowly clenched both fists and stared at Sparta's back.
From the air, he had watched all the previous sparring matches. Sparta had utterly beaten Clayton and the other two until they could not fight back.
To see Sparta's full strength clearly, he chose to step in.
"The three of them probably won't be enough. We'll have to see whether the officer can do it."
Sparta unhurriedly turned around, raised his head, and met Jayce's gaze.
After speaking, he kept his eyes fixed on Jayce and added:
"Do we need to wait for them to get back up?"
Seeing Sparta's confident expression, Jayce's lips curled slightly, revealing several white teeth.
"As my soldier, my subordinate, it makes your officer very happy that you've reached your current level of strength."
"But your arrogant confidence makes your officer very unhappy."
The moment he finished speaking, Jayce's feet left the ground. A ring of white air burst around him in midair as he dove fiercely toward Sparta.
Sparta bent his knees slightly, leaped into the air, and immediately used his flight ability to hover.
The spot where he had been standing was now a deep crater over ten meters wide, blasted out by Jayce's punch as dust drifted into the air.
The next second, under his gaze, Jayce shot out