Chapter 60: a battle of wits and skill

Clark always dreaded and anticipated the day he’ll kill his first Mocan soldier as he hated them to the core. The appearance of this soldier lit up a concealed flame in his heart, he quickly whispered machine gun as his 2-form gun quickly rearranged its configuration.

Despite him being a high-grade soldier, Clark was 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 killing another soldier from the squad. This succeeded in angering Clark further as he pulled the trigger while sprinting to confront him.

Tu! Tu! Tu! Tu! Clark’s machine gun sprayed out it’s bullets as he controlled them to all land on the Mocan soldier. The foreign soldier was clearly not planning to run but rather increase the morale of his escorts as he charged at Clark. Clark felt excited and angry at the same time as the distance between the both of them slowly closed.

All Clark’s soldiers already prepared a battle formation as they quickly activated a shield to prevent the Mocan soldier from killing more of them.

Boom!! The air shook fiercely as the soldier slashed with his sharp sword at Clark. Clark was already extremely focused as he quickly attached the gun to his back, he bent down while sliding forward as he dodged the blow. As he slid forward, he unsheathed his sword with dazzling speed as he slashed the Mocan soldier on his abdomen.

Clang!! The sound of metal colliding with metal resounded as the soldier’s armor held up, Clark already determined the quality of his armor after shooting at him for an extended period of time. The soldier’s armor was around the same quality as his own.

The Mocan soldier reacted fast after the unexpected maneuver Clark did, he leapt back as he stabbed at Clark’s position with his sword. Clark dodged as he already expected it, their battle became more ferocious as slight shockwaves blasted out from their position.

“Wipe out his escorts,” Clark ordered his soldiers as they focused on wiping out the opposition while he kept their high-grade soldier occupied.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clark continued exchanging blows with the Mocan soldier as the durability of their armor rapidly fell. As they fought the Mocan soldier was secretly shocked, the first reason was that normally high-grade soldiers were not in this checkpoint before.

Secondly, high-grade soldiers from the military hardly get involved in fights even if their soldiers were being killed by the opposition. There was too many people applying to become soldiers which led to a situation where thousands of soldiers can die in a single day, but the government wouldn’t break a sweat. But the death of a single high-grade soldier is painful to the government.

The Mocan soldier have been sent to other places before, 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. The military mostly ignores this complacency as high-grade soldiers where strategic resources in a war so why the hell was this high-grade soldier fighting him so ferociously?

“Warning!!” Armor’s durability is below 5% the Mocan soldier received another notification. He was experienced in these kinds of situation though; he cursed his luck as he turned back planning to escape without hesitation. Clark could defeat him squarely in a fair fight but killing him or stopping him from escaping was going to be hard.

“Block him,” Clark yelled as his soldiers quickly obeyed blocking the soldier’s escape path with shields. Clark sprinted after the soldier as he jumped with both his hands tightly wrapped around his sword as its force field activated.

Bam!! Clang!! The attack was too fast for him to dodge as the Mocan soldier hastily raised his sword to block but the force behind Clark’s attack was too much for him to handle. The air rippled as the Mocan soldier was slammed into the ground, Clark quickly stabbed at the position he landed on repeatedly as dust rose up hindering his sight.

Clark suddenly saw a light reflection as the sharp surface of a sword inched closer to his face. He dodged reflexively but the sword still scraped his armor as he rolled backwards. After standing up he was surprised as the Mocan soldier already left the blockade, the Mocan soldier was clearly among the stronger ones in the 1st rank of high-grade soldiers.

“You are not going anywhere,” Clark growled as he threw his exotic sword at him while sprinting forward in pursuit.

As he sprinted, he pulled out his automatic pistols as bullets sprayed out from it. The Mocan soldier was very experienced but Clark discovered that the durability of his armor was probably almost down which warranted his actions of throwing his sword at him.

Whoosh!! As Clark was confident that he could kill him, so was the Mocan soldier also confident that he could escape. He moved sideways dodging with speed but he still reached his hand out to catch Clark’s sword. He kept it without hesitation, he clearly was an experienced looter just like Clark.

“You’ll regret that,” Clark yelled as his bullets impacted the soldier’s armor making clanking sounds. His escorts were waiting for him to come so that they’ll escape, they shot at Clark’s soldiers while hiding behind their entourage of vehicles.

Ptui!! Ptui!! Clark’s bullets finally met flesh as the Mocan soldier’s armor finally deactivated.

“Awnn!!” He grunted in pain as he finally reached the cars, he immediately jumped behind a car. His escorts quickly responded as they came forward to block Clark’s pursuit while they finally started switching on their cars.

“You are not going anywhere,” Clark bellowed again in rage as his automatic pistols cleared a trail of blood in the blockade while he sprinted forward.

“Get ready to use the exotic snipers,” Clark covertly informed his subordinates as he shot down more men. Forget his many yelling’s, Clark was still pretty much clear headed.

His squad were provided with 3 extra exotic snipers which are to be used only when needed, 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, Clark finally decided to use a battle art despite not fully mastering it yet.

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