The Mocan soldier finally ducked, weaved, and expertly dived into one of the cars as he yelled at the driver to move immediately. He looked back, and not seeing anybody, he grinned as he felt the exotic sword which he got from this unexpected encounter. “You’re still too green to stop me. You can only match up to me in terms of experience, in perhaps a hundred years”. He muttered with a cruel smile on his face, as he marked this Spartan soldier and this checkpoint as a no-go zone. No matter how much he tried to elevate his ego, it did not change the fact that he ran pathetically. He was not coming back here, no matter what happened. As his thoughts drifted about, he finally relaxed as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart and his blood circulation. Unfortunately, he could not enjoy this luxury. He was startled, as he suddenly started hearing screaming sounds all around him. Tu!! Tu!! Tu!! Boom!! Boom!! Gunshot sounds suddenly erupted, forming an unpleasant cacophony of noise. Clark wielded his 2 form-gun in its machine gun configuration, as he executed his battle art for the first time. He unleashed his myriad wave of different bullet shots, directing them at the escort vehicles. The originally ending battle quickly picked up pace and became chaotic again due to his sudden move. All the cars obstructing his way floated up due to the anti-gravity bullets hitting them, their drivers could only watch in horror helplessly. He suddenly now looked like a void emperor, as the cars floated before him like his void minions. He ordered his soldiers to shoot at their now vulnerable fuel tanks, as he sprinted under the cars to look for his target while shooting at other cars. His gun’s muzzle kept on spitting out fire and sparks, while his hand vibrated from the recoil as he released emp bullets at other groups of cars without restraint, making their engines directly switch off. He had not mastered the battle art completely yet, so he couldn’t combine shooting these unique bullets and normal bullets interchangeably yet, but this was enough for his current situation. After all, he was not alone. As his unique bullets disoriented and impeded the opposition’s escape, his soldiers shot with free will at the now defenseless men as they started dying in droves like Christmas chickens. He singlehandedly held the battle at a standstill, by succeeding in keeping all the enemy escort vehicles from escaping as the cars exploded frequently due to the heavy firepower his soldiers unleashed at them. His armor was already glowing red, as he was surrounded in a sea of fire from the explosions his soldiers induced. His current look was like that of a demon fire lord in its domain, as his eyes of vengeance focused on finding the Mocan soldier while maintaining a steady output of bullets through the constant execution of his battle art. He looked just like a grim reaper who was harvesting lives as his sacrifices to gain more power. Whoosh!! It was at this moment that he finally noticed a shadow rush out of the sea of burning vehicles, as he reacted and stopped his battle art immediately. He rapidly sprinted forward in pursuit of the shadow, as he changed his load again to normal bullets. Tu! Tu! Tu! His hands remained steady and he maintained his focus as he fired at the escaping figure in the shadows to impede his speed, before quickly closing in on him. Ptui! Ptui! His bullets finally connected as deep holes filled his opponent’s head, turning it into a sieve immediately. Blood rained down like a waterfall from the holes in his opponent’s head, as he finally dropped down dead. He felt excited as he ran closer to check, but he immediately realized that something was wrong after taking a closer look. This person was wearing another cloth different from those of the Mocan soldier, and most especially, he died too easily for a high-grade soldier. His brain worked extremely fast, as he quickly understood what happened. This person was just a distraction. After coming to this conclusion, his brain quickly geared into overdrive. His eyes darted around like those of an eagle, looking for any means to breakthrough past his conundrum. As he looked to his right and saw a tall tree by the road, his brain immediately clicked. He quickly kept his gun in his armor weapon’s hold, as he brought out his 2 new daggers to help him climb the tall tree faster. His speed was mind-blowing, as he quickly scaled up the tree and supported himself on one of its thicker branches. He brought out his 2 form-gun and quickly changed it to its sniper configuration. He increased the sniper’s vision range to the maximum, before carefully checking around. Despite this seemingly boring action, he was patient as he scrutinized everywhere. After 15 seconds of checking, he grinned while also sighing in relief as he finally got what he wanted. He saw his target; the man was really a veteran escapee as he was already over 2km away, still sprinting despite his injuries. He quickly regulated his breathing and completely channeled his focus, as he aimed at the Mocan soldier after confirming his identity from his uniform. “This will probably be my first Mocan soldier casualty, and it won’t be my last”. He thought as he entered a strange dangerously calm mood. Boom!! He released the bullet after confirming his aim, as it flew forward with terrifying speed. Through the magnified view of the sniper rifle, he confirmed his kill as he saw his opponent’s brain matter splatter out with a rain of blood. He quickly scaled down the tree while giving a command to his subordinates. They acknowledged the order immediately, as a soldier quickly drove one of the military vehicles to where he stood. He entered, as the soldier drove forward to the direction, he showed him. After driving for about a minute, they finally arrived at where the Mocan soldier lay dead. His face was facing up, showing his shocked and dilated eyes, as he laid in a pool of his blood. Clark further confirmed that it was him from the presence he exuded, despite being dead. He looked at him for 10 seconds, before collecting back his weapon as a smirk slowly appeared on his face. He naturally also took this guy’s armor and exotic sword. He grinned on checking the armor. Inside its weapon holds, he found a pair of exotic daggers, a bunch of exotic throwing knives, and a bunch of exotic explosives. This was all money. Loot, that is what they are, and he was someone who never leaves loot behind. He took a picture of the Mocan soldier as evidence before he returned to the military checkpoint with his subordinate soldier. On reaching there, the battle was already over, his soldiers already started cleaning the battlefield up. The commotion from the battle was not small, it already drew a crowd of people. They stayed far away timidly before, but they finally had the guts to take videos and pictures of the scene after they confirmed that the situation was under the soldier’s control. Despite allowing them to perform their job, hobbies, and satisfy their curiosity, Clark restricted them from broadcasting it immediately until their investigations are over. Of the over 50 escort soldiers who attacked his squad, only 7 survived as his soldiers captured and hand-cuffed them after they surrendered. All the others died miserably in the battle, that was how cheap life was these days. Unfortunately for him, he lost 2 soldier lives in this battle, making his battle record lose its perfect status. Well, no one was perfect, he could live with it. “Burry all the dead attackers,” he finally ordered, before leaving to his cabin. As he left, the soldiers looked at him with admiration. This time, it was genuine admiration as he saved their lives in this battle. The admiration soon got a crown, after they learned that he successfully killed the Mocan high-grade soldier. Some of them were already frenzied, as they looked at him with fanatic gazes. He did not pay attention to all these, as he soon left their sights, entering the room cabin that was provided to him in the military checkpoint. The soldiers continued their work on burying the dead, as cleaning bots were brought to clean all the debris, bloodstains, and dirt from the battlefield. The road was damaged from the battle, so they simply called for a road manufacturing company. They came and fixed the road in less than an hour, showing the utility results of increased technological skill. … After all the hustle and bustle from the battle, Clark finally had enough time for himself. He had a lot of reasons to be happy from the outcome of this battle. First of all, he was happy for the successful kill. Secondly, he discovered that he improved a lot in his use of the battle art after his first real battle, compared to his training simulations. “I guess you improve faster with real battle experience. That’s a nice discovery, but the cost is too much”. He quickly countered his thought process, sighing in resignation. Fighting physical battles always was way too risky. If that was the prerequisite to improve faster, some people would avoid it and take the slower and safer route instead. He also felt lucky and relieved for buying new higher-grade bullets for his battle art, which was why it was so effective in the battle. He already sold the old ones that he stole, to get this better one. “A Mocan soldier appearing this deep in the Spartan republic territory. Hmmm, I guess the government was right After all about the Mocan’s new invasion plan”. He finally turned back to this extremely important topic. “Those people who escorted the soldier, there is a high chance that they are the thugs of some powerful individual or company who was bribed by the Mocan government”. “Some Spartans are really getting more daring; I hope the military gets the identity of the secret helpers”. He thought, as a frown slowly crept up his face. After all his silent musings and thoughts, he finally delegated attention to the loot that he gained from this battle. “Battles are really the best way for soldiers to earn money, though it is also the fastest way for soldiers to die”. He muttered surprised, as a bright smile illuminated his handsome face from what he saw.