Chapter 222 - Fighting Glen - II (2/2)

As Glen caught Balthazar on his neck, he was sure he won. Balthazar's moments were highly restricted due to this. He just had to hold on to Balthazar's neck, pull him into both his hands and choke him up. He was just about to do so, when he noticed Balthazar's hand catching on to his other hand with an unexpectedly firm grip.

It was quite surprising to him as he landed his first shot on Balthazar's windpipe. Most would be in a state of breathlessness by such a shot unless those who were used to torture or specifically trained. So, he didn't expect Balthazar to have good control of his limbs. He felt lucky that he wasn't careless and noticed it, else he would have been definitely stunned by a strong hit on his head.

”A tough one,” said Glen as he realized that Balthazar was trying to restrict his other hand with one of his own. That would have both his hands occupied while Balthazar would have one free hand which he could use to make a strong attack. He let go of his neck as he found his other hand wouldn't be released quickly to block Balthazar's attack, but it unexpectedly didn't come as Balthazar jumped back instead.

”Good, I thought you would continue with your attempt to punch me, but you decided to jump back,” said Glen. ”You also have an unnatural tolerance to pain like someone who has been trained for those things. Anyone including me would at least suffocate for a second by that hit of mine. You calmly held your breath in and tried to fool me.”

”What's with the explanation?”

”I think I learned enough. I need to know about how fast you react, your sensibility and if you can tough it out when things go unexpectedly. For bare handed fight this is enough,” said Glen. ”I forfeit.”

”We can continue.”

”No point. These things are good in tournaments and competitions. Something which we don't care about as it hardly is any good in real life. Just good to check your foundation. Now let us get the weapons out,” said Glen.

Balthazar and Glen found themselves transported into a store like interface. He quickly noticed that it was something created by Elias. There were various suits and weaponry which could be worn on civilian clothes.

”Didn't put in combat suits in this round. Wanted to know about your talents without combat suits. Walking around in streets with combat suits would be very conspicuous and gather unnecessary attention. These are all acceptable suits and designs with weapon permits and doesn't make civilians think that we are some special forces or military. Choose your pick. All kinds available in our organization have already been simulated and ready for practice,” said Glen.

”Can I get some privacy?” asked Balthazar as he started browsing through the interface. ”Or do you want to know which weapons I am gearing up with?”

”I would like to know. You can also check my equipment,” said Glen. ”This spar is to allow us to know each other. I am wearing all the equipment I bought in the plane and I suggest you do the same. Don't forget that this is meant to allow us to know each other's style of fighting.”

”Fine, I will wear the gear that I bought in the plane too, but I intend to finish it fast. Learning all the tricks with weapons will be too time consuming. I am going to aim to kill you as soon as possible and enjoy playing the game instead,” said Balthazar.

”So confident when you have weapons, huh. Don't forget that you were more injured in the previous fight,” said Glen.

A few seconds later, the both of them were equipped with armour and weapons that they could wear in public. Then, Glen transported them to another arena. This one was unlike the previous arena. It was a rectangular corporate complex about 10 metres wide and 15 metres long. It had many tables, wardrobes and chairs filled with all sort of accessories. The walls were glass and it appeared that they were on a skyscr.a.p.er on a floor that was at least 100 metres above the ground.

”You like it? There are quite a few templates of places which of real-life places like this,” said Glen, twirling a gun in his left hand.

”You expect us to have a fight in an open workspace like this?” replied Balthazar. ”I don't plan to do something like that. That would same as putting ourselves out in the public eyes.”

”Ok. Fair point,” said Glen as he opened up an interface and selected another arena transporting them into a warehouse. It was filled with different boxes, series of iron racks filled with various items and had a few trolleys and crate carriers. ”How about a hangar warehouse?”

”Better,” said Balthazar. ”This would work.”