Mercy

The old man barely held back his tears. He was a general. Everyone in the continent knew him- a war hero for the Empire, an arch nemesis for the Confederation. He was a mighty level 9 too, just like the monster before him- that too, one of the stronger ones who had killed a couple of level 9s and defeated a handful before.

So, WHY?! Why was the gulf between them so large? He had served his motherland for decades. He has met some terrifying individuals- both feared enemies and trusted allies. But he was sure he would at least be able to connect a few punches before facing his defeat.

But the monster ahead? He had only three encounters him till now. And he was already reduced to this stage- all bloodied and battered. But his opponent? He was lying relaxedly on the field, without any care of the world- even though he knew reinforcements were coming.