Announcement for the test

Silas rushed over to Vic, who was sprawled on the floor a few meters away. Extending his right hand, Silas helped him up, pulling him to his feet.

"You good, man?" Silas asked, a hint of worry creasing his brow.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Vic replied, gritting his teeth as he gingerly rubbed his swollen, reddened cheek. "I knew you were stronger than me long before we even started, but the difference is just insane. You showed me how weak I am... and where I need to improve," he admitted, his tone a mix of frustration and respect.

"You're not weak, Vic. You're just not on my level," Silas replied with a smirk, giving Vic's shoulder a reassuring tap.

"Arrogant bastard," Vic muttered, playfully pushing Silas to the side before heading back toward Angelica and David, who were watching nearby.

Meanwhile, Klaus, who had been observing the sparring match from a few meters away, glanced at Silas for a moment before turning around and quietly leaving the hall.