Chapter 164: the spartan president leonidas

In a quiet narrow corridor that was illuminated by bright blue lights, 2 soldiers on the unique golden uniform of the Spartan army walked forward while discussing casually.

“Arthur, I didn’t expect you to come, welcome. I know you came for an entirely different reason though, but forget about that”. Commander Rashford’s voice echoed across the small corridor.

“How do you see the 2 main protagonists of today’s ceremony, General Oxford and Major Clark? I once heard that Clark was compared to you at some time, what do you think of him?”

He turned his face a little to observe the expression on the face of his companion, after asking this. Commander Arthur’s expression did not change though, it was firmly stabilized in its poker form.

He finally answered after contemplating for a second. “That Oxford, I have checked his records, his growth momentum is not fierce enough, he improves too slowly. I can bet that he already exhausted his potential”.

“But that Clark, I can’t really tell. But I am sure that he has a bright future ahead of him, perhaps we would welcome another soldier to our ranks in the future. I can’t wait to spar with him”.

Commander Rashford sighed with resignation on hearing this. “You love sparing too much, what a battle maniac. I told you to give me a professional verdict, not to find another sparing opponent”.

If Clark or any other soldier of the Spartan republic saw this, they would be surprised. These 2 exalted Spartan high-grade soldiers were currently discussing and bickering like normal humans.

“Ehem…, before I forget, I came here because I want to spar with you again. I never forgot battle losses; did you think that I would forget so easily? Haha, dream on”.

“I lost to you the last time; this time would not be so easy. I’m even confident that, perhaps, I’ll beat you”. Commander Arthur muttered in a battle intent-filled, fierce tone.

“Haha, bring it on”. Commander Rashford’s mellowed fighting spirit was aroused on hearing the younger soldier’s brag, as he led him to the special 5th grade sparing room of the Spartan army base.

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In the special sparing room of the Spartan army base, the 2 Commanders stood, facing each other with serious expressions on their faces.

Commander Rashford held 2 sharp sabers on each of his hands, as a grin slowly crept up his face. While his opponent, Commander Arthur wielded a broad sword as his weapon of choice.

3…,2…,1…, As soon as the time struck one, their figures blurred, prompting them to rush at each other momentously.

Clang!! As the first sound of their weapons clashing reverberated, this seemed like the signal for faster pace fighting as countless impact sounds followed shortly after.

Despite the extremely durable exotic metal that the floor of the sparing room was made with, it still creaked a bit due to the force being exerted by the two Commanders.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Shockwaves erupted out of their positions, stirring storm-like waves as they kept on going at each other while carefully looking out to get the opponent’s weak point first.

With a sound like that of something shattering, Arthur’s great sword finally broke through the defense of the Spartan army Commander, throwing his heavy figure backward with speed.

As this was not a battle to the death but just a spar, they didn’t use any of their expensive gadgets, but their raw fighting capabilities were still astonishing.

Veins erupted out like tentacles, covering the body of Arthur as he took complete advantage of this opening to speed forward.

His figure moved swiftly like an ethereal phantom, leaving afterimages behind as he appeared before his airborne opponent in an instant.

Whoosh!! The artificially modified air vibrated in protest while rippling outwards like a fierce water current as the Commander’s broad sword swept forward horizontally like Thor’s storm breaker.

Commander Rashford reacted instantly, despite being surprised at the slight growth in strength of his opponent since the last time that they sparred.

His sabers retaliated fiercely like Hella’s storm like strikes of death, stirring a defensive domain of death immediately.

As soldiers at the very pinnacle of individual strength in the whole Spartan republic, their battle arts, and self-created techniques were also at the pinnacle.

Clang!! Clang!! Despite the fierce momentum and power behind the attack of Commander Arthur, the veteran Commander Rashford held on as he finally started executing his battle art.

On seeing this, Arthur reciprocated by executing his battle art also. This brought the battle’s level to the next dimension, as the first crack came into the strong metal covering of the sparring floor.

They both complimented their battle arts with their self-created techniques, resulting in more destruction and damage to the surrounding.

Ptui!! The broad sword of Commander Arthur finally connected, as it embedded deeply into the abdomen of his opponent. Commander Rashford did not let up, as his sabers also dug into the ribs of his opponent from both sides.

They both coughed out blood from the injury but they didn’t cower from this, as they continued their battle with the same passion and ferociousness.

The saying was proven here again that all 5th rank high-grade soldiers were battle maniacs. If this was all it required to improve, these soldiers were ready to go through this every day.

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Boom!! With another swift strike from his opponent, Commander Arthur finally lost his broad sword. His opponent’s sabers quickly followed by stabbing deeply into his chest, drawing more blood than the one coming out of his mouth.

“Give up, I won”. Commander Rashford muttered with a smile. Despite his swollen and bloody face that showed how difficult the battle was for him, he still won in the end.

“Uhhh…” Commander Arthur coughed out blood again, emptying his bowels before speaking out in a disappointed tone. He paid little attention to his fatal injuries.

“What does it take for me to beat you?” He asked, dejected.

“Haha, you were better than last time and performed far above my expectations. Your improvement speed still baffles me. Perhaps, in another decade, you’ll beat me. I’m really getting old”.

Commander Rashford answered with a slight laugh, before looking up with a sigh that spoke deeply of his experiences throughout the years. The young were exceeding the old now.

After reminiscing for a minute, he finally turned to face the resting Arthur. They already took healing and pain-relieving tonics, so their injuries were healing at a slow but visible pace.

“Let me give you a tip Arthur. Though your improvement speed surprised me, you are still no match for Leonidas”. He spoke out again with a nostalgic grin on his face.

“If you face him with this your current strength, you’ll be floored in a minute. That man is a monster”.

As he said this, he shuddered a bit as a memory of his arrogant challenge of the President flashed past his mind. It was an absolute trashing back then; he still didn’t know the depths of that man. Unfathomable was his nickname, to him.

“Train for another hundred years, but I don’t see you defeating Leonidas any day. But don’t be disappointed, you can take him as a target to continue improving, I’ll definitely watch out for the day he trashes you”.

After saying this, he turned to walk back to his apartment. With smooth moves, he wore his gadgets back before flying away.

Seeing this, Arthur laughed at himself depreciatingly. Though he had never fought with his President yet, from Commander Rashford, he could already imagine the outcome of their battle.

Back then, when he just became a 5th rank high-grade soldier. The feeling of boundless strength brought him pride and great ambitions, and he decided to defeat Commander Rashford to get his position, before later aiming for Leonidas to get the presidency seat.

His ambitions followed the Spartan principle, but reality came face slapping him viciously. With just one battle with the Spartan army leader, his pride was mellowed down immediately.

He finally knew how boundless the world was, he felt like he was originally a frog in a well that didn’t know how big the world was.

Though Commander Rashford easily trashed him then, he did not let it affect him. The Commander encouraged him, before telling him his story of how he arrogantly challenged Leonidas some time ago also.

After thinking all this through, he smiled before standing up to get his gadgets and reequip them. He still had a boundless future ahead of him, he had to continue training.

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In that same night that the Commanders sparred, Clark’s gang were all in a hotel to celebrate.

They booked a significant portion of the hotel for themselves to monopolize, to have an uninterrupted experience. Money flowed that night, they showered themselves with goodies and luxury.

They drank, danced, and enjoyed themselves for the rest of the night. This was a rare day that they had for themselves, so they took full advantage of it by creating unforgettable memories.

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Somewhere else in the Spartan capital region, General Oxford went out with his friends and clique, he was also going to enjoy this day to the fullest.

As the newest General of the Spartan army, even people that originally hated him were now ready to be his friend, so he was not short of people to party with. Instead, people were piling up after him.

He burnt money like paper to organize a midnight beach party. His childhood friends, neighbors, village people, strangers, and enemies all came to attend the party.

The aftermath of the rank promotion ceremony was felt across the whole Spartan capital, as midnight parties went on in various parts to celebrate the soldiers that were promoted.

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