After repeated blows, Barrett Walker still managed to stand up. Gradually, only a few people out of the ten thousand were left standing, while many cowered in fear. These soldiers were ruthless and decisive, showing no mercy as they treated the students as enemies. At this point, only the soldiers remained standing on the field, with the exception of Barrett Walker who was still holding Benjamin Blake, despite being punched and staggering to his feet. The onlookers, whether cowering on the sidelines or writhing on the ground, were all down except for Barrett Walker. The soldiers were thoroughly shocked. It seemed that there was another entity among them, one that was even less human. The fact that this monster had been knocked down and stood up so many times was astonishing not only to the students, but also to Benjamin Blake and the soldiers.
After once again knocking down Barrett Walker and observing the pile of people on the ground, Benjamin Blake furrowed his brow slightly. Time had been dragging on for quite a while, and he feared there might be some lasting consequences if treatment was not administered soon. Barrett Walker stood up once more, his cheeks swollen and blood spilling from his mouth. He looked at Benjamin Blake and muttered, "Come at me again! I haven't lost yet!"
Benjamin Blake sighed softly. This individual was indeed a monster. He couldn't help but think, "Can't you give up after seeing your classmates fall? Why not just go down as well? I need to get off this stage and attend to the injured." Benjamin Blake approached Barrett Walker and delivered a punch, this time targeting his nose. The impact resounded through the air as Benjamin Blake's hand recoiled, blood dripping from his nose. He gazed in disbelief at Barrett Walker, who had managed to strike him and draw blood.
"Heh heh! How do you like that? Not bad, huh?" Barrett Walker jeered, standing with his hands on his knees, seemingly unfazed by the minor injuries. "You, you're quite something! Let's call it even this time!" Benjamin Blake didn't want to continue this confrontation with Barrett Walker any longer. He bellowed, "Where are the medical officers? Get out here and save these people! If any of my students lose so much as a hair after being treated, watch how I deal with you!" He pointed at the group of people who had fled and exclaimed, "Cowards! If you were my soldiers, I would have kicked you out long ago. Useless! Come over here and help!"
The majority of these people were women, and perhaps it was due to their innate conditions. Fortunately, this meant that they were not subjected to the same pressure as the men. If it weren't for this, Benjamin Blake would have ordered them to leave. However, these were not soldiers; they were merely students.
"Brother, you're amazing! You've really saved face for us students!" Some people tried to help Barrett Walker, while others flattered him endlessly. However, Barrett Walker paid them no heed and pushed them away, making his way towards the dormitory building.
"You've made me lose so much face, and now you want to run off? Damn, you want to go back to sleep, huh? Hurry up and go to the infirmary," Benjamin Blake said sternly as he fiercely patted Barrett Walker's shoulder. The pain made Barrett Walker grimace, and he suspected that Benjamin Blake was deliberately trying to provoke him. Thankfully, there were no external injuries, otherwise, being slapped like this would have been humiliating.
"I'm tired and just want to go back to sleep. What's it to you?" Barrett Walker's swollen cheeks and the sight of Benjamin Blake's bleeding nose made him turn away, expressing his displeasure.
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"What's your name? Dare to call me 'you'? Aren't you afraid I'll make things difficult for you?" Benjamin Blake discerned from Barrett Walker's strange gaze that he was up to something. He immediately covered his still-bleeding nose and threatened, "Check for yourself. Don't you have our files? Do as you please. I'm going back to sleep." Barrett Walker was exhausted and didn't want to be treated anymore. With so many people needing medical attention, he didn't know when he would have the chance to seek treatment.
"You've got character. I like that!" Benjamin Blake smiled deviously, watching Barrett Walker limp towards the dormitory building. He loudly exclaimed, "Kid, be careful! You'll have it coming tomorrow!"
Even though it was too dark to see clearly, the fact that the instructor had acknowledged Barrett Walker's strength meant that he was famous. The elite students were a mix of jealousy, resentment, and admiration. It was clear that this person would be a formidable competitor in the upcoming military training.
Barrett Rockefeller had entered the War God Academy as the top-ranked federal candidate. He felt aggrieved that he, as a captain, had been mercilessly attacked by these soldiers, but he found some solace in the fact that even the equally prominent leader, Daven Roger, had been easily incapacitated. However, when he saw Monica, her outstanding and agile figure, even in the dark of night, was captivating. She had challenged a female instructor and had been defeated with just one leg, but when that instructor grabbed her ankle and took a step forward to throw her, the impact of the fall looked painful even from the ground. Indeed, Monica did not get back up.
Thousands of people were carried into a hospital building, and as they looked at the vast medical equipment, they finally understood why they had been beaten so brutally without any mercy. It was evident that the treatment of injuries was highly automated and mechanized. It was no wonder that they had been separated by gender. Upon removing their military uniforms, they were immediately attended to by doctors, who swiftly set their bones before sending them down a conveyer belt to the next medical professional. Once assessed, the injured were sent into different compartments depending on their conditions. This system was incredibly efficient, and some individuals had emerged from the machine with their injuries nearly healed. The pain was still present, but it would fade with time. The War God Academy had demonstrated great foresight in implementing such equipment.
After everyone exited the machine, the sky was already beginning to lighten. Benjamin Blake stood at the entrance, looking calmly at everyone. Some female students emerged from the other side, and fortunately, the academy had considered this scenario. Only female doctors had treated them, and they too were separated upon entering the machine. In the presence of this smiling, sinister figure at the door, no one dared to leave. However, the comical bandage on his nose made them want to laugh but they dared not, creating a strange atmosphere.
"If you want to laugh, go ahead! It doesn't matter that I lost. But I'm a vengeful person. Whoever doesn't show me respect, I'll train them harshly. So, you're very lucky. Now, I looked at my watch, and wow! It's already 5:58. There are just two minutes left until formal assembly. If I don't see a uniform formation, I'll be more upset than if I had been beaten!" Benjamin Blake said with a smile, but then his face suddenly turned serious as he rhythmically tapped the door with his fingers.
"Wow! Run!"
"This guy is too crafty." A large group of people rushed out, but when they passed Benjamin Blake, the crowd was too dense, causing some to fall to the ground. Despite this, the urgency of the situation prevented anyone from stopping to help. The crowd continued to push towards the door.
"Ah!" Benjamin Blake sighed heavily, shook his head, and turned to walk towards the training ground.