Clark always dreaded and anticipated the day that he would kill his first Mocan soldier. He hated them to the core, so he would never hesitate if the opportunity to kill one was presented to him. The appearance of this soldier lit up a burning flame that was carefully concealed in his heart. At this moment, the flame already burst forth like split milk, it could not be remedied again. He acted very fast, as he quickly whispered to his 2-form gun to take on its machine gun configuration. His gun diligently obeyed, as it quickly rearranged its configuration. Despite this opponent being a high-grade soldier, Clark was brainlessly determined like never before to eliminate this soldier. The Mocan soldier saw him coming but ignored him as he did a sideways slash with his sword, easily killing another soldier from the squad. To him, these soldiers were just cannon fodder, so he didn’t care. This action succeeded in angering Clark further, as he decisively pulled the trigger while sprinting to confront him. His figure blurred, moving forward speedily, as it seemed like faint anger smokes were evaporating from his head.Tu! Tu! Tu! Tu! His machine gun roared intimidatingly before spraying out its bullets rapidly. His hands vibrated from the staggering recoil, as he controlled all the flying bullets impeccably to all land on the Mocan soldier. The foreign soldier was clearly not planning to run but rather to increase the morale of his escorts, as he turned to charge directly at his opponent momentously. Clark felt excited at his opponent’s impulsive move and angry at the same time, as he felt that this foreign bitch was underestimating him. In a short instant, the distance between the both of them slowly closed rapidly. All his soldiers already prepared a battle formation to protect themselves after witnessing 2 of their comrades’ death. They quickly activated a shield to prevent the Mocan soldier from killing more of them, before they all huddled behind it. Boom!! The air shook fiercely as the Mocan soldier slashed with his sharp sword at his opponent, after calculating and deducing the best possible angle of approach. Clark was already extremely focused and prepared, as he quickly attached his gun to his back armor weapon hold. At that same instant, he bent down swiftly while sliding forward as he easily dodged the blow. His opponent was unable to react and readjust immediately as his maneuver was extremely fast, unexpected, and decisive. As he slid forward, with a soft metallic sound he unsheathed his sword with dazzling speed like an assassin as he slashed at his opponent’s abdomen. Clang!! The sound of metal colliding with metal resounded despite his sword hitting an energy barrier, as the soldier’s armor held up. He already observed enough to determine the quality of his opponent’s armor, after shooting at him for such an extended period. The Mocan soldier’s armor was of roughly the same quality as his own. The Mocan soldier reacted fast after the innovative unexpected maneuver that his opponent pulled off. He leaped back for a short distance, before quickly bolting back as he stabbed at his opponent’s position with his sword. Clark dodged easily, as he already expected it after predicting it to an extent. Their battle became more ferocious, as slight formless shockwaves blasted out from their position. “Wipeout his escorts,” he ordered his soldiers with gritted teeth, as he blasted at his opponent with his full power. This was his first real battle with a high-grade soldier, and it seemed that this man was a veteran. His soldiers acknowledged his orders without saying a word of complaint, as they focused on wiping out the opposition while he kept their high-grade soldier occupied. Clang! Clang! Clang! He continued exchanging constant blows with the Mocan soldier, as the durability of their armor rapidly fell. Their energy reserves were being depleted like evaporating water, which was painful as energy was money. As they fought, the Mocan soldier was already secretly shocked. His first reason was that, from his rich experience here, high-grade soldiers were not in this checkpoint before. Secondly, high-grade soldiers from the military hardly get involved in fights, even when their subordinate soldiers were being killed ruthlessly by the opposition. There were just too many people applying to become soldiers every day, that they simply did not care about such petty deaths. This led to a situation where thousands of ordinary soldiers can die in a single day, and the government wouldn’t break a sweat about it. But the death of a single high-grade soldier is painful to the government, as they are important strategic war individuals. The Mocan soldier has been sent to other places in the Spartan republic before, on various occasions. So, he was fairly experienced about the happenings here. He had also passed checkpoints with high-grade soldiers who thought it was a waste of their time, energy, and resources to engage in fights with him. They were not fully wrong, as high-grade soldiers sometimes spend unimaginable amounts of money just to service their equipment. Their money consumption was just too outrageous, so almost all high-grade soldiers plan well after breaking through to regulate the use of their equipment. The military mostly ignores this complacency, as high-grade soldiers were strategic resources in a war that could not be lost by any means. To them, high-grade soldiers were indispensable to maintain a foothold in this cruel era. “So, why the hell was this high-grade soldier fighting him so fiercely?” The Mocan soldier was sincerely confused. “Warning!!” Armor’s durability is below 5%, he suddenly received another notification from his armor’s A.I. He was experienced in these kinds of situations though; he cursed his luck as he turned back, planning to escape without hesitation. Clark’s talent could help him defeat his opponent squarely in a fair fight, but killing him or stopping him from escaping was going to be hard, if not impossible. “Block him”. He yelled, as his soldiers quickly obeyed by blocking the soldier’s escape path. They spammed the Mocan soldier’s path with energy shields, forming an extremely strong barrier to prevent his escape. Clark sprinted after the soldier, as the distance between them gradually got closer. After getting close enough, he jumped with both his hands tightly wrapped around his sword as its force field activated. Bam!! Clang!! The attack was too fast and unexpected for the Mocan soldier to dodge, as he hastily raised his sword to block. His on-the-spot decision-making was applaudable, but the force behind his opponent’s attack was too much for him to handle. The air rippled fiercely, stirring a small whirlwind storm as he was slammed into the ground by the force. Clark quickly followed by stabbing at the position where his opponent landed on repeatedly as dust rose, hindering his sight. He was startled as he suddenly saw a bright light reflection flash past his eyes, as the sharp surface of a dangerous-looking sword inched closer to his face. He dodged reflexively, but the sword still scraped his armor through as he rolled backward hastily. After quickly getting up, he was surprised as the Mocan soldier already left the blockade. From this short but intense display of skill and experience, this man was clearly among the stronger and more experienced ones in the 1st rank of high-grade soldiers. Despite this, Clark was not deterred. “You are not going anywhere”. He growled deeply, as he threw his exotic sword at his escaping opponent while sprinting forward in pursuit. As he sprinted forward, he pulled out his automatic pistols as bullets sprayed out from them. Red laser beams erupted from their muzzles, as they spread outwards rapidly like a wild unrestrained burning fire. The Mocan soldier was an experienced veteran, but Clark discovered that the durability of his armor was probably almost down, which warranted his actions of throwing his sword at him. As he was confident that he could kill him, so was the Mocan soldier also confident that he could escape. Whoosh!! The Mocan soldier moved sideways, as he smoothly dodged the ranged attack. Despite his low armor energy reserves, he still reached his hand out to catch his opponent’s sword. He kept it without hesitation, before resuming his escape. He clearly was an experienced looter, just like his opponent. “You’ll regret that,” Clark yelled, as his bullets impacted the soldier’s armor in the dozens, making clanking sounds. The Mocan’s escorts were patiently waiting for him to come so that they could escape. They shot at Clark’s soldiers while hiding behind their formation of vehicles to avoid their opponent’s retaliation. Ptui!! Ptui!! Clark’s bullets finally dug into flesh for the first time, as his opponent’s armor finally depleted its energy reserves. “Awnn!!” The Mocan soldier grunted in pain, as he finally reached the formation of his escort cars. He immediately jumped behind a car, as he finally left the range of his opponent’s sight. His escorts quickly responded on seeing this, as they came forward to block Clark’s pursuit while they finally started switching on their cars. “I said you are not going anywhere”. Clark bellowed again in rage and followed with actions, as his automatic pistols cleared a trail of blood through the blockade while he sprinted forward.“Get ready to use the exotic snipers”. He covertly gave a new order to his subordinates, as he shot down more men from the opposition. Forget his many angry yelling’s, he was still pretty much clear-headed. His squad was provided with 3 extra exotic snipers which are to be used only when needed in dangerous situations. And it requires permission from him, the Sergeant, before the 3 best ranged specialists in his squad could use them. As the soldiers carried out his instructions, he finally decided to do something that he was uncertain about to try flipping the battle situation. He decided to execute his battle art, despite not fully mastering it yet.