The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 310: training the deitys fists

[Virtual training operation difficulty set at the highest level: Hell!]

[Last record: Victory- 10,000 dead thugs.]

[Rating: Outstanding.]

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3, 2, 1; Start!

As soon as Clark heard this, he strengthened his grip on his spear before forming an aggressive stance and waiting for the training chamber to activate its mechanism.

From the sparkling scene of the large hall where he currently was, it was clear that this was not the training chamber but a projected virtual hall.

He was currently dressed in a black military uniform. His spear was on his hand, an axe, a sword, a 2-form gun, and a sniper rifle were strapped to his back, daggers and throwing knives were also hidden all over his uniform.

He already trained in this same virtual setting dozens of times throughout the past few days, this time he aimed for perfection.

Clang!

Loud metallic ringing sounds suddenly started reverberating, the hall shook and vibrated also as different doors and ports started opening up all over the hall, even on the ground.

From this opening came thugs, thousands of thugs with different menacing weapons. The sight alone of so many thugs was like looking at the grain of sand in the desert, it was uncountable.

As soon as the first group of thugs came out, they all turned to face Clark immediately. Roaring loudly like beasts, they sprinted forward in his direction with surprisingly fast speed.

Clark did not flinch despite this sight; these were all normal thugs that he could take care of even in his sleep. With a slight shake of his hands, his spear flicked left and right before shooting forward swiftly.

Boom!

He crashed into the horde of thugs like a truck smashing into a mini scooper, the impact was thunderous and of course crushing.

With swiping sounds accompanying it, his spear slashed left and right at a very fast frequency, ripping dozens of lives in just a few seconds since the battle began.

In this short period, he was able to create a void space in-between the horde of beasts where he formed a defensive perimeter for himself.

A unique thing about this setting was that none of the thugs wore armor, nor did he wear any too. He intended to make the training as raw as possible, fighting without armor added a certain spice to it that he could not describe.

None of the thugs could get near him, none of their weapons could get as near as a few inches close to him, his spear just kept on ripping their lives like he was a harvester of life.

He frequently changed his stance to adapt to the changing situation in the battle, despite this he hardly broke a sweat as all these weaklings died without much resistance to his spear.

This continued for the next 10 minutes before the A. I controlling the virtual simulation made a change. After making an announcement, Clark immediately saw some thugs appear that wore uniforms of a different color to the other thugs.

These were 1st rank high-grade soldiers, and they were not one, dozens of them appeared at the same time.

Seeing this, Clark improvised. He activated his battle art immediately to adapt to this change, the effects of the frenzied maneuver took precedence immediately as his attacks became more flexible.

Even if they were 2 ranks below him, fighting high-grade soldiers with such a number disparity was not an easy feat to any soldier.

And as he removed armor as a defense option from the training, he had to pay more attention to the casual strikes of every single soldier because any of them could damage his fragile human skin.

Despite all these disadvantages, he stood his ground and continued reaping the lives of the thugs like water.

This continued for another 30 minutes before the training chambers A. I made another change, taking the battle intensity to another level entirely as 2nd rank high-grade thugs emerged from the openings on the hall.

Clark reacted accordingly, improvising to adapt to this change.

He finally stopped his reliance on his spear. Changing his hold from a 2 handed grip to a 1 handed grip, he dipped his hand into hidden pockets in his black military uniform before throwing.

Knives flew out swiftly at the thugs, knocking dozens to the ground and rendering most of them bleeding immediately.

Taking advantage of this, he bulldozed his way closer to the 2nd rank high-grade thugs to end his battle with them faster.

He bent down and slid across as a thug wielding a one-handed broad sword performed a self-created technique in his direction.

As soon as the thug went past him, his legs dug into the arena floor, using the friction to stop himself as he swiftly turned back to the heavy fellow.

With one slash, a deep injury was cut into the thugs back who reacted late to his strike. The thug tried to counterattack but against a master of a higher grade like Clark, he had zero chances.

With quick stabs, he dug 3 holes into the thugs abdomen before ending it with a ruthless horizontal slash. This time, the spear went all the way through, dividing the poor fellow into 2.

With a painful wail, the thug fell down, spilling blood and gore everywhere.

Clark quickly dodged a sneak attack, turned around, and with one hand, grabbed the sneaky high-grade thug on the head and slammed it on the metal floor.

The head made a crack sound before bursting into a rain of blood.

Dozens of strikes rained down on him using this window of opportunity. He did not dodge this time, standing his ground, continuous metallic ringing sounds reverberated as he parried all the strikes.

It was horrifying, dozens of weapons coming at you, but it was even more unbelievable that not a single one touched his uniform.

As soon as he smashed the brain of the poor fellow to jelly, it seemed that a beast was aroused in him. With his increased adrenaline activity due to his activated battle art, he went on the hunt for the other 2nd rank high-grade thugs.

The thugs started improvising as their death count continued going on an upwards trend.

They tried to use formations to swarm him but he nullified them all, they tried to protect their high-grade soldiers but he continued assassinating them amid the horde of thugs, he was unstoppable for now.

His unstoppable momentum did not last though as the training chambers A. I suddenly made another announcement, far more menacing and stronger-looking thugs appeared immediately.

Three 3rd rank high-grade thugs appeared.

One of them wielded a trident as his weapon, another one wielded a glaive as his weapon, while the last who was also the burliest looking wielded a one-handed heavy sword that looked like it could split mountains apart.

Roaring out a battle cry, all 3 thugs sprinted in Clarks direction, knocking their subordinates aside like they were just useless trash.

Seeing this, Clarks eyes narrowed. He did not cower though, he rushed in their direction also with a determined gaze in his eyes. Before they could attack, he attacked first.

Blinding white light shone as he almost teleported out of his position and reached that of the leading thug the next moment.

The air billowed and raged at the tip of his spear as his self-created technique was executed, Dragon breaks the ranks was still as tyrannical as ever even after he broke through.

The thug reacted, placing his heavy sword at his front to block at the last moment but Clark also reacted. The spear stabbed through a part of the heavy sword, but most of its strength still dug into the thugs abdomen.

The burly thug roared in pain as it slumped down weakly, practically more than half its abdomen was gone but it still held on with gritted teeth.

Whoosh!

Clark bent down immediately, barely dodging the sharp glaives edge as it cut a significant part of his long hair away, almost making him look bald like Captain Briggs.

He dodged the glaive but he was not safe. A sound of impact resounded as his spear parried the direct stab of the trident, the force pushing him back as his face strained, his muscles trying to keep up.

Before the kinetic force pushing him back could stop, he removed one hand from his spear, threw a dagger out before unsheathing his sword from his back and stabbing it outwards.

The thug could not react in time, he dodged the dagger from blinding his eyes but the sword stabbed unhindered into his chest.

Throwing himself back again, Clark rolled backward, barely dodging the heavy sword that just slashed across in a heaven-splitting strike. When his roll ended, he was under the sword-wielding thug.

With a loud thud sound, he pinned the thugs foot to the floor by stabbing his spear on it, prompting a pained roar from the thug.

With extremely fast movements, he brought out 2 long daggers from his pocket. His quick feet climbed the thugs body before they settled on his neck, his hands came down to the thugs neck.

Spurt!

Blood rained as the daggers effortlessly cut through the 3rd rank-high grade thugs neck. Having succeeded in killing the strongest thug of the trio, Clark jumped backward to escape the rage of the other 2.

As all these happened, all the other thugs were relegated to spectator roles. They were not qualified to engage in such a battle of the bigshots.

The trident-wielding thug pursued Clark closely while he was still in the air with rage filling his features, not knowing that this was a trap. Thinking that Clark already lost his main weapon, he pursued confidently.

In mid-air, Clark put his hand on his back again and pulled out, this time the axe came out with his hands.

With a wide swing of his arms, the axe came slashing down.

The thug reacted immediately and parried with his trident but the sheer force of the axe broke through his defense, pushing his hand down and embedding itself into his head.

The head cracked open, exposing the brain underneath that was heaving up and down. The second death was even swifter than the first. By this time, the last thugs glaive was only a few inches away from Clarks chest.

Clark decisively left the axe. Rapidly turning his left hand, he was able to catch the glaives side while it was still in motion. He swiftly pushed a bit to alter its direction while clenching his right hand into a fist.

Blood flowed from his chest as the glaive cut across but he survived.

During this time, a weapon that looked like a mechanical glove already covered his right fist. He hauled the fist forward the next moment.

He felt a familiar but strange energy engulfing his fists, he felt bloated with energy and wanted to let it all out. The next moment

Boom!

The fist connected with the thug, and that was all. Blinding white light flashed, flesh and blood evaporated as the thug burst into a million pieces, spraying its internals around like rain.

Every thug in a certain meters radius around the 3rd rank high-grade thug suffered the brunt of this attack, falling dead also like a bunch of deadwood.

What a fearsome ability- The Deitys fist!

[I uploaded an additional chapter in the night by mistake, so only one chapter for today. I hope you enjoyed it.]