After 30 minutes of fighting, Nolan stopped. Eldrin had managed to hit several of his arteries; he couldn't continue any longer, if not for a Vilturmite's immense durability and endurance. He would have died. Eldrin did not actually sever Nolan's arteries; he just hit them with enough force to stop the blood flow in several areas, incapacitating him without actually harming him.
Nolan looked at Eldrin with a grim expression. He hadn't managed to land even a single hit; every single punch was deflected or redirected with perfect precision and every time he tried to grab him, Eldrin would make sure he paid a price,one time Eldrin almost pierced his eye; had he not distanced himself in time, Eldrin's finger would have pierced through the eye, heading straight to the brain.
Nolan gulped when he looked at Eldrin. Neither Nolan nor Eldrin fought with the actual intention to kill, but if they had, Nolan wasn't sure if he would have won.
Eldrin looked at the shocked Mark and said.
"How about you give it a go, use the knowledge that I have taught you to spar with your father."
Mark's fighting spirit ignited and he nodded towards his father, who nodded. He was interested to see how much his son had improved.
Mark vigilantly flew towards Nolan, who was standing there with his arms crossed. Suddenly, Mark's eyes closed,his heartbeat accelerated and adrenaline-filled blood flowed throughout his whole body; his limiter was temporarily removed,now able to use 100% of his current body's strength.
Mark opened his eyes and charged at Nolan, who decided to let Mark punch him to see his son's current strength,but that was a mistake.
BAAAAAAAAM!
BAAAAAAAAM!
BAAAAAAM!
Mark threw a precise right hook at Nolan's chin. Nolan's eyes widened in shock as dizziness threatened to consume him,but Mark wasn't done and threw a left uppercut at Nolan's chin, followed by a right elbow to the side of the head.
Had he not been one of the strongest viltrumites, Nolan's jaw would have disintegrated. Mark, with an adrenaline rush, or otherwise referred to as a berserker state is no joke; not only that, but it's more accurate to call it the biological version of kaioken from Dragon Ball.
Nolan created his own leverage and flew back to distance himself from his son. He put his hand on his lips and looked at it to see blood. Nolan's eyes were filled with pride.
"That's my son!" he thought as he took a fighting stance, now taking Mark seriously.
Mark closed the distance and threw a jab at Nolan, who caught his hand,but Mark retaliated by kicking Nolan in the stomach, sending him flying a couple of meters. Mark followed after his flying father and raised his leg, axe-kicking him and sending him flying toward's the ground. Nolan created his own leverage to stop his fall and charged towards Mark,throwing two fast jabs of his own. Mark flew back a bit, narrowly dodging the jabs, but was body slammed.
BAAAAM!
The ground below shattered, forming a crater due to a mark crashing into it.
Mark got up and sidestepped to the left, dodging Nolan's punch.
BAAAAAM!
Nolan couldn't stop his momentum in time and crashed to the ground, forming a 400-meter-wide crater.
Nolan and Mark were locked in an intense fight. Nolan's fighting style was aggressive but usually effective; however, Mark was either dodging or blocking his attacks and retaliating with flying knees and elbows.
Most of Mark's attacks were easily blocked. Nolan, at the end of the day, is a 1000-year-old warrior,but despite that, Nolan was filled with joy. Mark, despite being trained for a couple of weeks, was actually managing to hold his own against Nolan, Naturally Nolan wasn't going all out, but it was still astonishing.
After 1 hour, the winner was decided, and it was none other than Nolan.
Eldrin looked at Mark and nodded in approval.
"Remarkable, your son has quite the talent,like father like son"said Eldrin.
Eldrin turned to look at the Mark, who was smiling like a happy fool, and said.
"I will be teaching you my fighting style. You have 2 days to prepare. "Eldrin then disappeared.
On a hidden underground base was a man with long blond hair and blue eyes, it was Cecil. He was looking at a soldier in front of him who was wearing Spartan armour. Cecil had bought the blueprint and necessary equipment and ingredients to create his own Spartans,and the result was more than satisfactory.
The Spartan was looking at his newfound armour in excitement. What he was more excited about was his new powers and capabilities.
"How do you feel,soldier?"asked Cecil.
The Spartan, after admiring his badass armour said.
"Mighty fine sir!,never felt better!"
"Oh, a great choice,spartan a re quite the powerful force,they go through cybernetic and genetic enhancements,"said Eldrin, who appeared out of nowhere.
Cecil sighed at the sudden appearance of the man and said.
"You remind me of Darkwing,so what is it this time?"
Eldrin answered casually.
"Omni-Man is no longer a threat and has been turned into an ally."
Cecil wasn't buying the bullshit; people don't suddenly have a change of heart.
"He is lying to you; this man has been lying to us for years,such a man does not change with a casual conversation."
Eldrin was amused and said.
"Calling it a casual conversation isn't exactly accurate. I technically threatened him by showing him his own future, and I also inflicted him with "slight" trauma to persuade him"
Cecil was interested when he heard about trauma and asked.
"What kind of trauma are we talking about?"
Eldrin leaned and whispered into Cecil's ear. One scientist was also curious and leaned so he could listen.
Cecil's expression turned from his usual poker face to impressed and enlightened.
He turned to the scientist and said.
"Write that down."