As Abigail, I caused trouble in infinite space.

He spun around in the direction Simon turned his foot, his body rotating 360 degrees horizontally in the air. As he spun, he kicked Simon in the shoulder, shoving him away and freeing himself from his restraints.

After that, he could only crawl on all fours, which was an excellent opportunity, but Simon was unable to attack Ivan immediately because he had been kicked out.

In that short time, Ivan had recovered and stood up again.

Ivan stood up and rubbed his palms.

Simon also stretched his shoulder, which had just been kicked by Ivan. Ivan's kick was quite forceful, but Simon was also quite robust. Overall, although both of them had minor injuries, they were not seriously hurt.

"Simon, you did a great job."

“You’re not bad either, Ivan.”

"Then let's continue!"

The two were locked in a fierce battle, and the soldiers watching from the stands were filled with worry.

They all hoped their leader would win, but at this point they had no way to influence the course of the game and could only watch anxiously.

Just then, someone from the kingdom suddenly shouted "Go for it!" and once someone took the lead, others naturally followed.

Gradually, more and more people on the kingdom's side started cheering, until everyone was cheering!

Hearing their enemy offering moral encouragement to their leader, the Empire could no longer remain silent.

With Lionel and the other three captains leading the way, the people of the Empire also began to cheer for their emperor. Moreover, compared to the Kingdom and the Empire, because they had a unified organization, they appeared extremely orderly, which resulted in a domineering presence.

The kingdom naturally felt the suppression from the empire, and how could they accept that? For the people of the kingdom, they never thought they were inferior to others.

So, all the people in the kingdom stopped at once.

The scene fell silent for a moment, with only the unified cheers of the other empire audible.

However, everyone present knew that this was just preparation for another explosion.

They all turned their attention to a man sitting in the front row, who was the army's second-in-command, or Simon's adjutant.

The adjutants, of course, would not shirk their responsibilities. Although they could not provide substantial help to their leader, they should at least overwhelm the other side in terms of momentum, which might help their leader in a morale-boosting way.

So the adjutant stood up and took a deep breath.

"Gentlemen, are you willing to lose to the Empire like this?!"

"I'm not reconciled!!"

"Alright, since the Empire is so well-organized and so full of morale, we can't lose to them. Give it your all! I'll count to three, everyone shout it together! Understand?!"

"clear!!!!"

Immediately after the adjutant counted to three, everyone in the kingdom shouted their cheers in support of their leader.

The sound was loud and clear, echoing through the sky.

On the other side, the Empire was also putting in its best effort.

In an instant, the entire arena was filled with the sounds of matches being fought one after another, loud and deafening. The atmosphere was magnificent and awe-inspiring.

It has to be said that Abigail was also getting a little excited by the spectacle of both sides. Of course, she didn't intend to get involved. After all, she was the referee for this match, and as a referee, she couldn't show favoritism towards either side. However, if there was anything that could make the match even more exciting, that would be even better.

Both of them were covered in wounds, but neither was inferior to the other, and neither was much weaker.

At this point, their win rate was still 50/50, and they were fighting one against one.

In fact, the fighting techniques they both knew were standard military techniques. Although the two countries were different, the techniques were quite similar; after all, there were only so many techniques, and effectiveness was enough. No one bothered to study those fancy, complicated techniques.

The two were breathing heavily, staring directly at each other.

“Simon, it seems our fighting strength is evenly matched. I’ll say it again: I admire you for joining my ranks. You know, there’s a policy called ‘one country, two systems’? If you join my empire, I can give you Mead as your territory. How you govern it is entirely up to you.”

"Oh, your terms are really hard for me to refuse. Is it okay for me to implement a policy of equality for all in my territory?"

"This is a minor issue. As long as you acknowledge the Empire's rule and don't secretly raise your own troops, I won't say anything even if you make your own territory completely equal for everyone."

"I don't understand why you, as an emperor at the very top of the privilege hierarchy, would agree to such a system. If you're just trying to confuse me and make me waver, then you can save your breath."

Simon, of course, didn't understand. Ivan wasn't a true nobleman, or rather, not a nobleman in the conventional sense. As a transmigrator, he originally lived in a harmonious society that advocated equality for all. Having grown up surrounded by such values, Ivan didn't harbor any aversion to equality. In fact, when he first met Simon, he even felt a sense of familiarity.

However, he understood one thing: equality for all was impossible, and coupled with their differing stances, he had to be an enemy of Simon.

If Simon could truly accept the Empire's rule and become his subordinate, Ivan could indeed grant him a territory to experiment with this idea.

Moreover, Ivan had always harbored the idea of ​​recreating the society he once knew, because he knew that dictatorship could not truly lead to the progress of a society. However, people still have their own selfish desires, and Ivan would not deny his own selfish desires. He would not find a high-sounding reason to deceive himself about them; he simply could not give up this privilege of being above everyone else.

"Although your conditions are excellent, and I have no reason to refuse, unfortunately, I cannot agree."

"Is that so? That's a real shame! It's time to end this battle. Although I don't want to resort to this method, I might lose if things continue like this, so I'm sorry."

As soon as Ivan finished speaking, his body suddenly began to swell, and his previously somewhat lean physique became all muscle.

Simon was completely dumbfounded when he saw Ivan suddenly turn into this state.

What is this? A magical transformation?

However, no one could answer this question for him.

The next moment, Ivan rushed towards him. This time, Ivan's speed became extremely fast, and he barely had time to react and defend.

Ivan punched Simon in his crossed arms, the force of which sent Simon staggering back several steps.

When Simon lowered his hands, his arms trembled uncontrollably.

With that one strike, Simon already knew that he would have a hard time winning this time.

At this moment, Abigail watched Ivan's sudden change from the podium. She really didn't expect Ivan to have such a trump card.

This must be something that was exchanged with that time traveler, but we don't know what its true form is.

After punching Simon backward, Ivan followed up with another punch. In the face of absolute power and speed, ordinary techniques were completely useless.

So this time, Simon couldn't even defend himself and was punched in the abdomen by Ivan.

"Uh......"

Semmen, struck in the abdomen, collapsed to the ground in agony.

Seeing Simon lying on the ground, Ivan did not continue his attack.

"You lost."

The simple words announced the final outcome of this battle.

To Ivan's surprise, Simon got up again.

"Do you want to continue playing? Or do you have some trump card up your sleeve?"

After Simon stood up, he was still clutching his stomach, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, clearly enduring immense pain.

He shakily steadied himself and then looked up at Ivan.

"Ha... Ivan, I'm not going to give up so easily. I still have a chance to win. I wonder how long you can keep going like this? If it weren't for the time limit, you wouldn't have waited until the very end to use it, would you?"

Faced with Simon's speculation, Ivan admitted it without hesitation.

"That's right, I can't hold out for long in my current state, but it's more than enough to beat you so badly you can't get up."

How will you know if you don't try?

"Then so be it."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ivan charged toward Semen again.

Simon immediately rolled to dodge Ivan's attack, but Ivan then turned and kicked Simon, sending him flying.

However, after resting for a while, Semen actually got up again.

Seeing this, Ivan rushed forward again.

Once, twice, three times... Later, no one counted how many times it happened, but again and again, Ivan knocked Simon to the ground, but Simon got up again and again.

Ivan felt something was off. Under normal circumstances, after so many attacks, an ordinary person would have been unable to get up by now, yet Simon was still able to rise again. Just how tenacious was he? What was sustaining him?

But now is not the time to consider that.

"Time is almost up. I'm sorry, I have to deliver my final blow."

However, at this point, Simon's body was completely out of sync with his mind. In any case, Simon did not dodge or defend against Ivan's final blow and took the last punch heavily.

Chapter 213 Appearing for Ideals

flutter......

Simon was sent flying and crashed into the wall of the arena.

As for Ivan, countless steam appeared around him, and his body immediately shrank back to its original form.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, a slight cough came from Simon's direction. Ivan looked up and was surprised to find that Simon was still conscious.

He walked over and looked down at Simon, who was lying on the ground, seemingly still struggling to get up. Hmm.

"Stop struggling. Your body is already broken and you can't possibly beat me anymore."

"No, if I were to collapse here, what would all my perseverance have amounted to?"

Simon struggled to turn over, but he was too weak to do so and failed.

"It seems my body can no longer allow me to continue."

“I admire you. I don’t know what you’ve been insisting on. Maybe it’s the idea of ​​equality for all that you’ve been advocating, or something else. But you have earned my respect. Admit defeat. Don’t throw your life away like this.”

"Heh, what's the difference between giving up and dying?"

"That's better than actually dying, right? As long as a person is alive, there is still hope."

"You really know how to preach. Who doesn't want to live? I want to live too, but I can't stand living a life of ignominy. I'd rather be beaten to death here. Alright, enough nonsense. Leave me with my last bit of dignity. Let me die in this honorable duel. Let me die on the path of my ideals."

Have you made up your mind?

Ivan asked.

"Yes, if I have no ideals, then I lose my soul. Let me be a complete person from beginning to end."

"Alright, then I'll grant your last wish."

As he spoke, Ivan raised his hand.