The World We Do Not Know - 111 A Huge Mountain To Climb

**Please Read The Author’s note!**

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Faust is using the same technique that Garuda used. Hitting a strike with all of your strength is one thing and landing a strike in the momentum of full speed increases the impact of the force by ten folds.

*”He changed all of a sudden! It hurts my ego to fight him seriously.** Garuda curses his fate for having to fight with Faust on serious terms.

He does not accept Faust to be a full-fledged soldier nor does he acknowledge his power of teleportation that impressed hades.

Garuda raises his hands up guarding himself while looking at Faust. He punches the air two more times and goes back to his boxing dance, moving left and right.

Suddenly, nine lightning bolts struck Faust, piercing his cloak, shirt and his flesh. All the bolts landing in critical areas. Also, having nine lightning bolts passed through his body at the same time, electrocuted him to a crisp.

Faust and everyone saw Garuda punching only twice in the air but the lightning bolts appeared after he punched after he went back into his guard stance. How fast are his punches are for everyone to not see them?

Even after taking all those lightning bolts, Faust barely stands on his feet. In the back of his head, he is worried about Tsumugi leaving the house forever.

This matchup just seems so unfair, everyone lost their hopes. Fab and Jonathan decides that they are going to live in Carlos’ house. Tsumugi closes her eyes, knowing that she has to leave her house and submit an official document to the main building about her departure from the family. Faust holds his ground barley for the hopes of her family. He is in a position where even the slightest little touch can make him collapse.

Garuda Instantly realising that Faust is still standing on his feet, runs towards Faust with great speed.

He punches Faust on the forehead with his spiked gloves.

Everything is silenced for a moment for Faust. It feels like a brutal attack. Faust is already hanging and pushing himself past his limits to stand on his feet. Now he feels as if he made contact with a metal bat that swung at him with all the batter’s might.

At first, he literally saw bright flashes of light equivalent to stars, there is no pain or burn. He is stunned and shocked realizing that something awful has happened. He can hear a ring vibrating in his ears continuously.

Then – he felt something wet oozing out of his forehead, the left side of his forehead is completely numb as he lay on his back in the dusty arena. He knows where he is, he knows what he is there for and what happened.

Both of his eyes are closed, he can hear the shouts of people. He knows he is directly under a tree, his head in the lap of his Grandpa.

“Try opening your eyes, Faust, you have a mountain to conquer.” Gus asks while running his fingers through the strands of his hair.

“I’m afraid I lost my eye. I cannot open.” Faust says in a scared tone, he wants to assess himself if he lost his sight or if it is blurry, but it is too painful for him to open his eyes.

“It is okay! Grandpa is here! I will fix you up in no time, open your eyes.” Gus assures Faust.

As he opens his eyes, he sees the branches of a green tree, rustling leaves due to cold breeze. Under the tree, he sees the smiling face of his grandfather. Immediately, after he flutters his eyelashes. He sees people yelling at him from behind the walls.

Every Time he blinks, it is becoming painful, “Are you awake?” The referee comes up to check upon Faust.

“Gr-grandpa?” Faust asks as it is too bright for him to see anything, he needs to force himself to open his eyes and all he sees is white lights falling onto his eyes directly.

“Are you done? Do you wanna quit?” The referee asks as he sees Faust laying on the floor from two minutes.

“No! I’m okay!” Faust replies to the referee without thinking.

“Okay! Try to get up on your feet.” The referee suggests, but as he tries to get up, his head is spinning and it hurts like hell. He slowly touches his forehead as he feels cold fluids oozing out, flowing from in between his eyebrows to the sides of his nose.

As he touches, it feels sticky and squishy with lots of liquid, he brings his hand in front of him and its blood on his hands, flowing from his forehead where the skin is cut open.

He realised he fucked up big time. He tries to stand on his feet but his vision is getting blurry, he somehow manages to get up on his feet and starts searching for his sword which he thought he left on the ground somewhere.

“It is right in front of you!” He hears a voice

He keeps searching in front of him but all sees are sand and dirt.

“I said in front.” The voice resonates from his front.

As he raises his head up, he sees Garuda with his sword in his hands, Garuda plays with the sword shuffling it in his hands and throws it far behind him near the audience

“FAUST! GIVE UP AND COME HOME ALIVE.” Jonathan yells from the noble’s balcony as tears are pouring down his eyes. No matter how tough the competition is, Jonathan and the others thought they would win!

With Faust on their side, they hoped it would be a walk in the park. But not against a general, they are all prepared for what is about to come their way.

“Jo-johnny!” His eyes widen as he realises his purpose, he is entirely taken by the pain that he forgot why he is struggling in the arena.

“Why do you keep getting up on your feet? You are weak! Did you have anyone that you wanted to protect? I’m sure you do and you did not protect them. Because being this weak, You won’t be able to protect anyone! Just like that woman and her house.”