"Here I co."
The mont Steven's low, serious voice rang out, Skadi barely had ti to react.
In that instant, the figure clad in purple-black armor exploded forward with blinding speed—
A speed that completely contradicted the bulkiness of his armor.
Accompanied by a lingering afterimage, he charged straight for them.
This... doesn't feel like a simple test.
The sheer killing intent radiating from Steven was nothing like what he had claid.
This wasn't a sparring session, it was as if he had simply found an excuse to slaughter them.
With no ti to think, Skadi instinctively drew her black longsword, raising it in defense.
But before she could make another move—
BOOM!
A devastating force, like being struck by a cannonball, slamd into her blade.
Her legs buckled instantly, unable to absorb the sheer impact.
And in the blink of an eye, her body was sent flying backward, completely out of her control.
One hit.
One single hit.
Despite being fully prepared, Skadi was blasted away just like that.
But Steven had no intention of stopping.
Without saying another word, he simply retracted his fist, then his purple-black silhouette blurred once more.
His next target—Specter.
She had already braced herself, but Steven's movents were so fast that it was almost as if he had teleported right in front of her.
Just as he was about to send her flying with another devastating punch, yhe space around him suddenly warped.
A strange, powerful force pulled at him, as if an invisible vortex had materialized out of nowhere.
The source—
Gladiia.
She's awake.
The mont Steven turned his gaze toward her, he saw it—
The confusion was gone.
In its place, her scarlet eyes shone with a sharp, wary focus—
Her combat instincts had fully awakened.
And at the center of the vortex is her strange trident-like spear, held high above her head.
"An Originium Art?"
Or was this so kind of special Abyssal Hunter ability?
Steven hesitated for just a fraction of a second, and in that mont, the sound of a chainsaw roared to life.
A ferocious, ear-splitting noise that threatened to rip everything apart.
That split-second delay was all Specter needed.
With unnatural speed, she adjusted her stance and sohow from out of nowhere pulled out a massive weapon, a bizarre fusion of a polearm and a chainsaw.
Effortlessly wielding what was clearly a heavy weapon as though it were a flimsy plastic toy, Specter grinned with a hint of bloodlust and swung the weapon at Steven without hesitation.
She's even faster than Skadi.
By the ti Steven heard the chainsaw, it was already crashing down on his shoulder.
CLANG!
A deafening tallic screech filled the air.
Sparks exploded outward, scattering like a miniature industrial ltdown.
The sheer ferocity of the strike, the chaotic whirl of tal and fla—
It was hard to believe this was still just a test.
And yet, despite everything, Specter's grin abruptly froze.
Not because her attack failed to pierce his armor.
But because even though it should've landed cleanly, Steven had already blocked it.
Steven's gloved hand gripped the very tip of the chainsaw.
That brutal weapon, which should have torn through his armor with ease, barely managed to make contact, only the very tip had actually touched him.
No matter how much force Specter applied, no matter how hard she tried to press down, the chainsaw simply wouldn't budge.
It was as if it had been frozen solid, locked in place by an unstoppable force.
What kind of monstrous strength is this?!
The thought had barely surfaced in Specter's mind when she let go of her weapon without the slightest hesitation.
Sure enough, the mont she released it, a trendous force jerked the chainsaw away.
Had she held on any longer, she would have been dragged straight into Steven's strike range.
Steven seized the weapon in one hand, then casually tossed it aside.
The next mont, with a sudden burst of power, he broke free from Gladiia's gravitational pull, and, like a ravenous beast, lunged at the nearest target—
Specter.
The air cracked from the sheer speed of his movent.
Specter barely had ti to register what had happened before she found herself completely engulfed by his towering shadow.
Dodging is impossible.
Weaponless, Specter could only watch as Steven's hand shot toward her throat—
Until—
CLANG!
A black longsword slamd into his wrist, halting his attack.
The one who threw it?
None other than Skadi, the Abyssal Hunter with the strange blue triangular hat, the very sa one who had been blown away at the start of the fight.
She didn't expect this strike to actually injure him.
All she needed to do was stall for ti long enough to grab Specter and help her regain her footing.
"You said this was just a test! Are you trying to kill—"
Before she could finish her sentence, a roaring shockwave slamd into her like a missile.
It's moving too fast.
Faster than before.
Skadi didn't even have ti to raise her sword.
In the next instant, she was lifted clean off the ground.
At the sa ti, Specter wasn't faring any better.
Steven grabbed them both by the throat, effortlessly hoisting them into the air.
They struggled, but his grip was like iron, simply Impossible to break.
Just as Skadi thought that this might be the end—
A familiar black spear suddenly sliced through the air, aid directly at Steven's neck.
CLANG!
tal clashed against tal, the force jarring Steven's entire body for a split second.
Without hesitation, he hurled both Skadi and Specter away.
As he spun around, his fist lashed out toward the one who attacked him.
Skadi, still mid-air, winced and shut her eyes.
She didn't want to watch what was about to happen.
If that punch connects...
Even the second Company Captain wouldn't be able to walk away unscathed.
But then—
Silence.
No sound of bone shattering.
No impact of fist against flesh.
When Skadi and Specter crashed against the hospital room wall, they finally opened their eyes. only to see Steven's fist hovering just above Gladiia's head.
Instead of crushing her skull, his punch had softened into a light tap, no more than a playful chop against her head.
"So?"
His usual teasing voice drifted from beneath the purple-black helt.
"Did that jog your mory?"
As he removed his helt, his expression was relaxed.
Like soone who had just finished a casual warm-up.
Skadi stared in disbelief.
Not only had he held back, but he had only gone easy on Gladiia?
What the hell?!
Just because she called him "Dad", he was playing favorites now?!
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