Chapter 630

Leo Wright spat out a mouthful of blood.

A searing pain tore through his internal organs as if they had been shattered.

He dropped to one knee, barely holding himself up.

King stood before him, his gaze icy. "Yield."

Leo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes defiant. "I said I won't."

King frowned and raised his foot, aiming a vicious kick at Leo's abdomen.

The force was immense, enough to send a man flying off the arena.

But Leo suddenly reached out and clamped his arms around King's leg.

He took the full brunt of the blow.

"Pfft—"

Another spray of blood erupted from his mouth.

Gasps rose from the Special Operations Division members below the stage.

"Leo! Just yield!"

"Stop fighting!"

Ethan Valentine shouted desperately, "Didn't I just tell you? Yield!"

Leo slowly lifted his head and looked at Ethan. "I can't entrust the honor of the Special Operations Division to anyone else."

Ethan was stunned.

He immediately understood. Leo was still bothered by their earlier argument.

"I was wrong! The Cortez Sect disciples will fight with everything they have too!"

Leo shook his head.

He pushed himself off the ground, swaying unsteadily as he stood.

King sighed. "Yield. If you die, the honor won't remain."

Leo smiled. "It might seem pointless to you. But to us, it means everything."

He raised his fists again and charged at King.

"Uncle Marcus! Make him yield!" Grace Lorenz looked at Marcus Wright.

The others joined in.

"Deputy Director, tell Leo to yield!"

"He can't keep fighting!"

Marcus stared at the arena, his expression complex.

He spoke slowly. "He said maintaining the Special Operations Division's honor can't be left to others. This is what he must do."

The arena fell silent.

Grace stared at Marcus, dumbfounded.

She suddenly realized that despite her dislike for this father and son, they never wavered when it came to duty and honor.

She clenched her fists. "Uncle Marcus, make Leo yield. I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

"Let me!"

"We have to keep Nicole!"

The crowd's blood boiled with fervor.

But on the stage, Leo was already covered in wounds.

He fell again and again, only to rise each time.

The arena floor was spattered with dark, blotchy stains of blood.

Ethan's eyes reddened. "Leo! Yield!"

Leo shook his head.

Even lying prone on the ground, he still clung desperately to the hem of King's clothes.

King crouched down. "Yield."

The corner of Leo's mouth twitched. "If you want to take Nicole, you'll have to step over my corpse."

He was using his own life to buy time for the Special Operations Division.

Marcus understood his son's intent.

His eyes grew moist, but he straightened his back.

He was proud of his son.

Evelyn Ross watched quietly, moved.

Leo could no longer stand, yet he refused to let go.

King was at a loss.

The International Division representative stepped onto the stage, sneering. "Is this all the Special Operations Division of Aldoria can do? Resorting to cheap tricks when you can't win? Refusing to leave the stage?"

He curled his lip. "Sick men of the East."

The four words caused an uproar.

"What did you say?!"

The representative scoffed. "Am I wrong? Such a large department, and not a single capable fighter! What else are you but sick men of the East?"

He pointed at Leo. "And this one, only knows dirty tricks!"

"Don't insult Leo!" Ethan roared.

"Yeah! Don't slander him!"

The representative looked disdainful. "I said it. What are you going to do about it? Have the guts to come up here and beat King!"

He glanced at King. "Since he's not afraid to die, then grant his wish. Deaths in the arena are normal."

Everyone's pupils constricted sharply.

King was taken aback.

Under the representative's intimidating gaze, he didn't dare disobey.

Ethan shouted, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Why wouldn't I?" The representative laughed. "If you lose, hand over the person obediently."

Ethan glared at him hatefully, then looked at Evelyn.

Evelyn gave a slight nod.

King, resigned, tightened his fist.

He looked at Leo. "If you don't yield now, this punch will kill you."

Leo smiled. "I won't yield."

King took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and threw a punch aimed at Leo's head.

"No!"

The Special Operations Division members cried out in horror.

Leo closed his eyes.

Dying for the department was worth it.

Thud—

A slender hand steadily blocked the punch.