Sol Vestitor: New Age of God

Chapter 33: Against An Heir

The day of the monthly test has come, Sol, Miya and his class come to the colosseum with two new addition this time, Nerva and Moon join them this time.

Today tournament there is hundred of team joining, not like last time where there was a limited number of participants, now any team from the temple can join in.

This test becoming like an event, there is food stall and entertainment, Sol's fight with Brutus even becomes the opening show.

The colosseum was fully packed with the audience. "Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome to today's tournament, for today's opening show we have Brutus! The Heir from Temple of Mars! Fighting against Sol! The Heir Killer!!" The announcer hype the audience.

Sol get into the arena with his white coat and his knife in his hand, "Fuck! They take fun in my sorrow, I don't want to fight him!" he complained to himself.

Brutus comes up into the arena with his military uniform, he doesn't bring any weapon.

"Ha! It is quite a surprise that you don't run from the fight. I thought you wouldn't fight for that animal!" he sneers at him.

"well some of my subordinates told me that it gives birth to your child, no wonder you fight for that thing, you are actually a sick pervert." He taunts him

"Damn it, it just some baseless rumor, I don't have any weird fetish!" Sol screams in his mind but doesn't reply to him, he doesn't want to get too emotional in this fight.

He is the one on the weaker side so he can't have his feeling get in his head or he won't even last a second against the Heir.

Sol needs to keep his distance as much as possible, if he gets caught then it will be the end of him.

The duel doesn't allow any firearm so sol can't use his gun, well, he would lose in a gunfight against a soldier anyway.

For the duel and tournament, the organizer has prepared medical support so there won't be any dead.

At the start of the duel, Brutus runs toward him, trying to close the distance, Sol throws a bottle of water at him, soaking him wet.

"Fuck!! Your bastard is actually the same with your students!!" he gets agitated by Sol's action.

He gets closer but Sol moves back to keep his distance, Sol throws another bottle at Brutus.

Brutus was prepared this time, he catches the bottle and shatters it in his palm with his strong grip.

His palm starts sizzling and smoke rise from it, what Sol threw wasn't another bottle of water but a bottle of sulfuric acid.

Brutus grunt in pain but he didn't stop and continue in his charge, Sol was shocked that the acid only burned the heir's skin and do nothing to his arm mobility.

He already reaches Sol for a melee fight before sol can throw another bottle at him, Brutus throw jabs with both his hand and kick him to his side.

Sol had blocked his punch like a boxer with both of his arm raised, but the kick sends him flying to the side.

Luckily he had made a full set of armor and white coat from Nerodia's shedded scales, it had absorbed most of the impact Sol received but he can still his hand so numb that it's trembling and some of his ribs cracked from the kick.

"Fuck, he is stronger than my anticipation" Sol tries to get on his feet as fast as he can. "if that punch hit me straight on the face then my head would have blown up like a firework!"

Brutus tried to stomp at the downed Sol but he rolled to he side, Sol land on both feet and slash his knife toward Brutus's neck but he blocked it with the back of his arm.

To Sol's surprise, his knife only cut Brutus's skin and don't get further than that, Brutus backhand his head from the side, sending Sol rolling on the ground.

It hit his coat's hood so most of the impact had been absorbed, Sol can feel hid head spinning and his ear ringing.

He tried to get on his feet but he can't muster any strength, by instinct he rolls to the side, at his previous location, the snow got blown away by Brutus's kick.

Sol takes another bottle from his pocket and drinks it as fast as he can, it gives him the strength to get back on his feet, what he drinks was adrenaline.

When he gets up, his hood falls off revealing his head, there is blood coming out from his ear, Sol steady his feet and raise his knife to welcome the Heir's next attack.

"not only he has super strength, his muscle is also so dense that I can't cut it" Sol analyzed.

In conclusion, he needs to hit him a few more times before Sol can deal any real damage to him, for the next few minutes, Brutus had sent Sol flying a few more times.

Sol had tried to hit Brutus a few times but his knife is still not sharp enough to cut his muscle, on the other hand, he can feel that he got more beaten, some of his bones fracture, and the adrenaline he drinks start to lost its effect.

"fuck! This fight is impossible!" Sol complains to himself.

Sol needs to hit some weak point or somewhere vital but Brutus won't give him the chance, he can barely defend himself so there is no way Sol can hit anything important.

His only saving grace is his regeneration is quite fast, he can feel some of his bone healed back before it gets broken again.

If not for that then he would never stay standing this long, even though some of it also attributed to the adrenaline he takes, without doubt, his regeneration is one of the integral driving force in keeping him fit to fight.

"I need to finish this before the adrenaline runs out" Sol ready himself for his final stance.