But for David, it wasn't the end.
Azhriel stepped forward. David, barely able to lift his head, groaned in pain. Before he could say anything, another blow smashed into his face. Something cracked—his nose. Blood sprayed.
Then, without pause, Azhriel grabbed him and slammed him into another tree. There was a sickening thud as his back hit the bark, and David cried out.
He couldn't defend. He couldn't even beg. The hits kept coming—each one harder than the last. A fist to the ribs, a kick to the side, another strike to the jaw.
Azhriel didn't speak. His face was cold, his eyes distant. Each blow he landed wasn't just to win the fight—it was to pay back every insult, every beating, every moment of humiliation he had suffered before.
Finally, the red glow of the teleport crystal flashed. David's body vanished in a blink, sent out of the arena by the system's safety feature. He had taken too much damage to continue.
[Thirty Minutes Until The Exam Ends.]
