A Grave Injury

With him having obtained the Atlantean soldier card.

His next step is fighting with Dyvan and defeating him.

Fighting with Dyvan is already guaranteed to happen two days from now.

The next thing is defeating Dyvan. 

Analyzing the man and his weakness. Zeras concluded the battle in his head.

When it comes to the power of an opponent to Zeras. There are majorly three things that greatly matter. In fact, not having the majority of them means a certain defeat to him.

They are strength, speed, motivation, and battle experience.

And with that as a basis, he tried predicting the outcome of the fight with Dyvan.

First: Strength. When it comes to strength, Dyvan was definitely very powerful as he watched him break his opponent's trident and send him flying with a single slash. 

So no doubt, Dyvan was strong. But Zeras was confident in his brute force also, although he really didn't focus on pure strength much.

With his ability of Bio-morph, he could at least go toe-to-toe with Dyvan when it comes to strength.

Secondly: Speed. Here there was no doubt a winner and that was Dyvan. Zeras knew he was very slow. He wasn't an Atlantean so he didn't understand how they swim around like fishes.

Compared to a man who is a true Atlantean and has been in the water his whole life, then he was pretty sure he'd be the one beaten to a pulp if he dared compete with Dyvan in pure speed.

Thirdly was motivation. Zeras had his reasons for believing this aspect.

When he fought with Chris, this was what enabled him to win. Chris looked down on him, or to say, he looked down on Zeras's will to live, making him not take him seriously. And he died due to that.

If Chris had taken the fight seriously from the beginning, then he would have no doubt won. That was why Zeras prioritized motivation.

Only with motivation can he keep going and while he wasn't aware of how strong Dyvan's motivation to win is. He knew it was a life-and-death battle and no one wanted to die.

The winner here would be left to the one who had a greater urge to live.

Lastly was battle experience and there was a sure winner, Dyvan.

He was a warrior, who had trained in the way of the trident long before Zeras and will no doubt have more experience with using the trident.

With that gathered, if he wants to beat Dyvan, then he at least needs to be twice as strong and fast as he is and that is only through training.

Even if he only had two days, he could still get something done with that.

Zeras stood up immediately as he checked the map looking for where the training area was.

Finding it, he immediately exited the room as he moved towards the training ground.

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Atlantean soldier's training ground...

The door was opened slowly as the soldiers directed their attention towards who it was.

On sighting Zeras, they immediately withdrew their eyes as they continued what they were doing.

They didn't try to cause him trouble, they all watched his fight with Roder and knew he was a tough customer.

Zeras looked at the place, seeing the large ring at the far end of the grounds.

There were rows and rows of weapon racks in the place, majorly consisting of different types of tridents.

Strange pieces of equipment for training speed and testing strength, etc.

A haggard-looking old man with long hair who had a broom in his hands cleaning the floor.

He moved towards the battle stage as he stood among other soldiers watching the battle that was currently taking place on the stage.

He was majorly trying to observe how the opponents were moving and maneuvering in the fight and little by little he was getting the hang of their movement.

The two fighters suddenly collided with each other one more time, as one of them had one of his tridents blown away from his hand.

Zeras had a disappointed expression seeing the fight end so quickly but his eyes narrowed as he watched the direction where the trident was moving.

It was towards the old man who was sweeping the grounds.

Zera's eyes widened as he had no doubt the trident would immediately pierce into the old man's head no doubt killing the poor soul.

The other soldiers weren't a bit interested in the results at all as if whether the old man died was none of their business, instead, they looked even more amused.

The trident moved with speed towards the cleaner, who quickly tried turning back but stood there dumbly probably shocked senseless by the suddenness.

The trident was less than five centimeters away, and it seemed the result was final until a figure flashed by and sent flying into the wall in that split second.

Blood slipped out of Zeras's mouth as fell on his knees, looking at his stomach.

There the trident could be seen, its three sharp prongs nailed to his stomach and emerging from behind him as blood oozed out, painting his clothes in a color of red.

Zeras grabbed the trident and he pulled it out of his stomach, clenching his teeth tightly due to the pain.

His eyesight was starting to turn dark as he caught a glimpse of the other soldiers who were looking at him with a strange expression.

It wasn't one of pity but of mockery.

Zeras ignored them as he looked at the old man who held a broom in his hands looking at him in shock.

The world slowly went dark as his body fell to the ground with a thud blood oozing out from his wounds painting the floor in blood red.