"I... won."
Those were the last words Ogsge spoke before he fell.
The weathered-looking cadet's expression before he collapsed was not one of pain from the force of those punches, but satisfaction.
On this stage, he had not disgraced the academy. He had proven himself.
So as Ogsge fell, he gave his companions his brightest smile.
The thunderous sound of mountains collapsing and pillars toppling crashed into the ears of every excited, shouting Dingchuan cadet.
With companions and role models like these, with such stirring and inspiring spirit, what more could they ask for?
"Dingchuan—Certain Victory!"
The roar rising from the crowd surged several decibels higher.
Their eyes brimmed with tears because they had witnessed exactly what they had wanted to see most!
That spirit of refusing to yield after countless battles and refusing to retreat even in death was the spiritual ideal they had been desperately pursuing. Now, they had found it!
This time, the Gornia War Academy formation was unusually silent.
Because they had all clearly seen what happened every time Anqiluo's layered punch force struck Ogsge.
Just moments ago, they had even been joking and betting on how long the big guy could hold out.
Then they saw the punch force erupt across the big man's body, flesh and blood flying... and him charging forward without hesitation!
That death-defying momentum even made the ferocity of Gornia's Wolf Pack falter.
Anqiluo coughed up blood, his eyes seeming to spit fire. But the moment he trembled and pushed himself up, his whole body crashed back down.
After several attempts, he still could not get back up. Anqiluo lay on the ground, staring despairingly and unwillingly at the sky as he let out a desperate roar.
"Go carry Anqiluo back," Manker said without turning his head.
Two staff members rushed