"Are you sure about this, son?" Aelius asked.

"Why, father?"

Aelius scowl at Jet. "What do you mean, what? You've never fought a person before. And that's a trained soldier. Don't assume you can defeat anybody just because you killed a couple of pigs."

Jet smiled. "I would never be that naive again, father. I know my strength and weaknesses. And I know about his as well. So... I'm confident."

"How the hell could you know about that?" Then Aelius thought about something else Jet said. "And what do you mean, again?"

"Err... let's just begin father. You'll see."

And with that, Aelius cannot say anything further. He just let him face his opponent. At the very least, he could save his son if things get too dangerous.

Aelius walked towards where Loina, Angus and Quidel are.

"Don't worry dear. Our boy will be alright."

Aelius reached his boiling point. "Again with confidence. How the hell could you know that?! Our boy could get beaten up!"

"It's a mother's thing." Loina said. Although, based on her grin, it could be a barbarian thing. "Besides, he had been too confident. It's nice to get beaten up a bit. You know, to take his ego down a notch or two."

Aelius could not argue with that. A loss is effective for a cocky young boy. But he is a doting father after all. He couldn't just let his child get beaten up.

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Loina placed her right hand on Aelius's back. "Don't worry dear. We'll be there for him. And Nerine IS a good healer, right?"

That did ease a bit of the burden in his heart. He correct his posture a bit. Crazily praying that his son will be okay.

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"Remember! This is not a fight to the death. Once your opponent surrender, or he's no longer able to fight, I shall end the fight. You got that?" Pairo reminded the both of them. Although everybody knew he was talking to Jake.

Jake snickered. "How about it, Lord Jet? You wanna surrender before you end up with...oh I don't know...a broken nose or something?"

Jet smirked. "What's your name, young mister?"

"Heh. It's Jake. Why? You wanted to report me or something?"

"Oh no. I just wanted to remember my first punching bag."

"Argh, fuck you!" He turned to Pairo. "I'm ready, sir!"

Jet nodded, and assume a fighting stance as well. "I am also ready."

Pairo wanted so much to cancel the 'spar', but there's nothing he could do. "Ready! Fight!"

With that, Jake lunged towards Jet. One step is all it take. Jake almost disappeared. Appearing a blink of an eye later in front of Jet.

Even though he was angry, his humanity was still there. He decided to control his punch. His fist went straight to Jet's face. Although it was controlled, it was still fast. Impactful. A normal person would be bloodied and bruised.

The fist landed. Jake smiled, thinking he managed to connect his punch to Jet's face. He was getting ready for his celebratory walk.

Unfortunately, that did not happened. Jet managed to catch his fist. In fact, Jake cannot free himself. Jet's grip was like the claw of a Meteor Hawk. Gripping his fist like fish. Never letting go.

Finally he let go. Causing Jake to stumble backward a bit. Jake, understandably, was shocked. Along with his colleagues watching the show.

"I...I must've soften the blow too much." He gave an excuse.

Jet pretended to be enlightened. "Oh? Well, that's a relief. I thought you were too weak to fight a twelve year old. Let's fight a bit more seriously, shall we?"

"Don't worry. I will." He said, and lunged one more time towards Jet.

At the same time, the pounding of Jet's heart activated the Deathwish core.

This core is special. With proper training, it can simulate both mana and arma core. If you ask a hunter, the most dangerous beasts are the one that are cornered. Jet's Deathwish core made his instinct sharper, his strength stronger, his reflexes faster.

The only problem? He still felt the pain. Thankfully it was nothing compared to the pain he felt in hell.

Jake's right fist landed again. And again, it landed on Jet's left palm. A bit more painful this time, but still manageable.

"I'm not done yet!" Jake's left feet followed. It lurched forward. This time targeting Jet's abdomen.

Jet had anticipated that. He leaped, and landed on Jakes shin. He let go of Jake's fist. This time, it's his turn to lunge forward. He used his left foot to leaped forward, and with his right foot, kicked Jake right on his face.

Jake fell flat on his back, cold. Leaving Jet standing there. A victor.

"Now, whose next?" He asked the dumbfounded crowd.