Chapter 34 Chapter 34: 1 vs 3
Chapter 34: 1 vs 3
Elite Operators aren't particularly special. They might possess exceptional individual abilities.
But when facing a fully organized legion, a massive state apparatus, or a city-state, what a single Elite Operator can achieve is actually quite limited.
When a squad of Emperor's Blades unleashes their 'Nation' without restraint, how many people can struggle in their grasp?
When the Pope's Gun Knights raise those rotary guns that fire bullets in what seems like an unbroken line, how many can withstand the relentless barrage?
However, Elite Operators always strive a bit harder than other operators.
They aren't overwhelmingly powerful; they don't possess the potent Originium Arts of a Draco, nor the formidable and robust physique of a Wendigo.
They can only train themselves, arm themselves, use better weapons to inflict as much damage on the enemy as possible, rely on more medical supplies and defibrillators to rise from repeated bouts of shock, and hone their combat experience and skills through countless battles.
Finally, they integrate their perhaps not-so-outstanding Originium Arts into their own tactics, striving to utilize them to the utmost.
Using "first-rate" physical capabilities to achieve "superior" results.
You see, Elite Operators are precisely that kind of thing.
A hint of sorrow inexplicably flashed in Anto's eyes, but it quickly vanished from the corners, as if it had never appeared.
Touch stared intently into the training room. Four people stood inside, facing each other... No, it would be more accurate to say one person was facing the other three.
Only after Touch's persuasion and Kevin's assurance did the three of them reluctantly form a team and enter the training room. Sometimes, it really isn't about them being cowardly.
That's fifty tons!!! A full fifty tons!! And he was holding back!
If he didn't hold back with that punch, they'd probably end up weighing a total of five pounds, person and box included.
Most importantly, Her Highness Theresa was watching from outside.
The three unfortunate men exchanged glances, seemingly seeing the helplessness and resignation in each other's eyes. That's right, Her Highness is watching. A man can't run away from battle!!
"Mr. Kevin...... sigh."
Scout wanted to say something but ultimately sighed helplessly and went to take a long gun-style training tool from the wall. Of course, live ammunition couldn't be used for testing.
He then picked up a short knife to wear at his waist. His equipment was now complete.
Ace and Sharp, with tacit understanding, each picked up a shield. Ace chose a short axe, while Sharp picked up a rather handy long sword.
Clearly, having trained here often, they were experienced and knew which equipment suited them best.
"Mr. Kevin, you may also choose a weapon."
Touch's voice came through the audio equipment. Kevin initially wanted to refuse; at least in this kind of situation, bare-handed or armed made no difference to him.
But when he turned around and saw the increasingly sharp gazes of the three men... he liked that look in their eyes, purely as warriors.
Kevin pondered for a moment, then slowly walked towards the equipment wall and took down a dust-covered greatsword.
Obviously, not many people preferred using this type of weapon. This was quite normal, as for humans, such weapons weren't exactly efficient.
Even back in the Fire Moth days, the usage rate of greatsword-type weapons remained high mainly because their primary enemies were large creatures like Honkai Beasts.
Different combat objectives led to weapon differentiation.
Kevin gave his hand a slight shake. The dust on the greatsword instantly scattered, revealing a not-so-shiny blade.
"Come on."
Kevin pointed his greatsword forward, his gaze calm as he looked at the three.
This seemed to sound the horn for battle.
Scout took several quick steps backward, soon finding an excellent sniping position. The training room was arranged to simulate real combat environments, so tactical coordination was often an important part.
Ace and Sharp rushed towards Kevin from left and right.
The short-handled axe came from an awkward angle, concealed by the shield, carrying a sharp gust of wind. Ace didn't dare hold back against this monster-like guy!
Bang!
As if calculated perfectly, Scout fired his first shot at this very moment.
Kevin's gaze remained unchanged. His greatsword slanted down in a slash, deftly deflecting the gun bullet while simultaneously blocking Ace's strike.
The sword tip lightly flicked against the shield. Caught off guard by this clever force, even though he was somewhat prepared, Ace was pulled off balance. His shield almost slipped from his hand, leaving him wide open and full of openings.
The greatsword chopped down without hesitation. The sharp gust of wind almost pressed against Ace's face.
Clang!
A gun bullet struck the greatsword, causing it to pause slightly. The other long sword, arriving a step slower, finally arrived and parried the greatsword.
Caught off guard, Sharp was forced to bend forward under the pressure. Fortunately, Ace's shield had already slammed into the sword blade, pushing it back.
"Good coordination."
Holding the greatsword with one hand, Kevin praised them.
"So then, how many rounds can you withstand?"
The offensive shifted. Kevin gradually became more proactive. Even with the three working together, they found themselves in perilous situations within mere seconds.
"Hey hey hey, you're kidding me! Ace and them are Elite Operators! Kevin actually..."
Anto was astonished. Touch beside her also frowned deeply. As an Elite Operator herself, no one understood Ace and the others' capabilities better than her.
Most importantly, Kevin wasn't using that monstrous strength of his. Apart from strength on par with theirs, it seemed to be pure swordsmanship?!
How could pure swordsmanship possibly be this strong?
Clang!
Accompanied by Scout's short knife being flicked away by the greatsword, he somewhat helplessly raised his hands in surrender (a Gallic military salute). The outcome was decided.
Ace and Sharp had more or less some bruises on them—marks left by being struck by the flat of the greatsword. But not even a speck of dust clung to Kevin's clothes.
The result was obvious. Touch added another entry to her report:
Combat Skill — Exceptional!
"What kind of pentagon warrior is this?"
Anto clicked her tongue in amazement. In all her life, this was the first time she'd seen someone with five 'Exceptional' ratings. Wasn't that a bit too exaggerated?
Does this guy have any weaknesses at all? What did he used to do for work?
"Truly astonishing performance."
Theresa had already tried her best to overestimate this friend of Bolshakov who had suddenly shown up at their doorstep. But reality still exceeded her expectations.
And only she knew that his purpose for joining Babel was merely to get closer to the Doctor.
"Kal'tsit, what do you think? Kal'tsit?"
Theresa called out several times but received no answer.
Turning around, she saw Kal'tsit standing there frozen in place, her eyes flickering as if lost in thought.
Doctor... Human?... No... She had never seen such a comprehensively capable human. Compared to him, he seemed more like a creation approaching perfection.
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