From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 546: Besieging "God-Defying" Luck

"Haha! Brother is still the best!"

"Isn't this kid taking things for granted?"

"Want to play the game of static braking with the commander? How naive."

The Spartans looked at each other in bewilderment, fell into silence, and even fell into self-doubt. However, the Imperial Fists and auxiliary troops standing by and watching did not do that. Instead, they began to make jokes.

A small number of veterans, seeing a group of "youngsters" wearing expensive armor and undergoing unknown transformation methods, naturally did not want to be easily outdone.

Although they were not aware of Sparta's specific files and information, they also understood that Sparta was absolutely overwhelming.

After all, the Spartans' height and size were there, and compared with their auxiliary troops, they were not a "heavyweight" at all.

Therefore, when this group of experimental troops appeared in their field of vision with "fanfare", a trace of uneasiness and vigilance emerged in the hearts of these few veterans.

They speculated that the emergence of Sparta was probably to eliminate some of the original organizations, and believed that there was a high probability that Sparta was preparing to replace them.

Sigismund knocked Fred unconscious with one punch, as if to save their pride.

There is a subtle hint of sarcasm in the tone of these few veterans, as if they are trying to cover up the anxiety that they themselves are not even aware of in this way.

The Imperial Fists, however, did not have so many thoughts.

In other words, even if they saw the empire's future plans, they did not pay much attention to it. They were simply watching the fun, as if this trial duel was just an insignificant "performance".

The elves who were also watching from the sidelines remained silent.

There was concern in their eyes, as if silently expressing their sympathy and worry for Fred.

Especially those female elves who were over 300 years old, when they saw Fred lying on the ground unconscious, they couldn't help but feel a maternal instinct in their hearts.

They wanted to step forward to help, to lend a hand, and to try to heal the trauma caused by this confrontation with tenderness.

However, before the female elves could take a step, an Imperial Fist warrior wearing titanium armor had already taken action.

His movements were quick and decisive. He lifted Fred up and quickly left the training area.

Apparently, he was planning to send Fred to a nearby health station for medical staff to conduct a detailed examination.

As for the Spartans at this moment, although Fred was killed instantly and their morale was severely dampened, it does not mean that they will really give up.

Boom, boom!

At this time, heavy footsteps echoed on the ring, and a Spartan warrior with a chest armor number of 092 and shoulder armor painted red stepped onto the ring without saying a word.

"Oh? Your courage is commendable."

Sigismund gave an undisguised compliment.

However, he still did not take any fighting stance, but just stood there casually, his eyes swept over Spartan 092 who was gradually approaching him, and then looked around at the Spartans in the audience, and continued:
"If any of you can hold out for ten rounds under my command, I will send you Spartans as the vanguard to capture Tatooine. How do you think?"

As he spoke, Sigismund's gaze fell on Sparta 092 again, and he smiled and said, "Of course, Tenkatsu is indeed a bit difficult for you.

So, you can try three against one, or five against one, I won't have any objection, anyway, as long as one of you can last ten rounds under my hands, I will fulfill my promise. "

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Hearing this, the Spartans, who had been feeling a bit depressed and gloomy, were instantly ignited.

Although Sigismund's words were a little provocative, they undoubtedly aroused their fighting spirit.

After all, the other party's words were really too "arrogant"!

There is no denying that Astartes is stronger than Sparta in many data.

However, the 1v3 and 1v5 challenges proposed by Sigismund clearly showed that he did not take them seriously!
You know, the Spartans not only have outstanding individual strength, but are also good at teamwork.

If they were really forced to join forces to fight, they would be confident that they would have the upper hand as the Astartes were not equipped with Terminator armor and did not use long-range weapons!

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The atmosphere in the training area suddenly became "solemn", as if an invisible storm was quietly approaching.

The auxiliary troops, the Imperial Fists, and the elven warriors who were watching the fun also fell silent.

They knew Sigismund's strength very well.

Within the Imperial Fists, Sigismund was known as "the best under the Primarch", and was even able to "fight a few moves" with their Primarch Dorn.

His combat skills and strength have long surpassed those of ordinary Astartes, becoming a nearly legendary existence.

Therefore, when Sigismund made such a challenge, everyone could not help but become very interested in the Spartans' reaction and their ultimate strength.

Now everyone's eyes are focused on the ring, waiting for the upcoming exciting showdown.

They wanted to see whether these "kids" who had not yet been officially revealed really had the strength to compete with Sigismund.

"Need not."

Spartan warrior No. 092, named Jerome, rejected Sigismund's "good intention" in a deep voice.

Although Sigismund's offer seemed generous, Jerome did not intend to rely on numerical superiority to win the duel.

Rou~——! !

And the moment he finished speaking, Jerome suddenly lunged forward, his body like a flash of lightning, and punched Sigismund in the face.

In the eyes of the auxiliary troops and the elven warriors, Jerome's speed even produced an afterimage effect, making it impossible to capture his figure specifically.

However, this speed was still "extremely slow" for Sigismund.

The expression of the first man under the Primarch was stern and calm, as if everything was under his control.

He just made an ordinary evasive move and easily avoided Jerome's straight punch, then stepped back and cleverly avoided Jerome's swinging punch.

Then, Sigismund's counterattack came even faster.

He took advantage of the situation and kicked Jerome in the abdomen with a little force.

The speed and power of this whip kick far exceeded Jerome's expectations.

Buzz——bang——!!!
Along with the buzzing sound of the shield breaking and the loud noise of metal colliding, Jerome's body was like a kite with a broken string. He leaned back and flew directly out of the ring. He was then carried out of the training area by the Fists of the Empire.

However, Jerome's defeat did not attract any ridicule from the auxiliary troops and the Imperial Fists.

On the contrary, the atmosphere in the training area became "solemn".

After all, Jerome was not only able to launch an attack, but also successfully made Sigismund dodge in two steps, which was already a very good result. Many new Imperial Fists brothers who had joined the regiment, before they had figured out Sigismund's specific strength, rashly launched a simulated combat duel, and their fate was also to be "killed instantly".

Therefore, Jerome's performance actually won a hint of implicit respect.

The Spartans also saw hope in Jerome's defeat.

Since they would inevitably lose a one-on-one battle, they decided to adopt a "siege" strategy until Sigismund was defeated.

Boom, boom!

This time, it was John who stepped onto the stage with steady steps, and commanded in his distinctive magnetic voice:
"Kelly, Cole, George, Douglas, follow me to fight Commander Sigismund."

"Yes, Master Chief!"

The four Spartan warriors with breastplate numbers 087, 141, 052, and 042 responded in unison, then stepped onto the stage one after another.

The moment they stepped onto the ring, the five people including John immediately distanced themselves and quickly formed a tight encirclement, trapping Sigismund in the center of their formation.

Without any tactical communication, they launched the attack with tacit cooperation.

George and Douglas, who were taller and stronger, took the initiative to charge forward, quickly shortening the distance with Sigismund.

Of course, this approach is still futile.

Boom—hum—thump—!!

In just a blink of an eye, George and Douglas ended up flying out of the ring.

Although the protection of Thor's hammer prevented them from suffering any serious damage, Sigismund's force was enough to make them lose their combat effectiveness in an instant.

However, George and Douglas' charge was not meaningless.

Their "sacrifice" created a brief and excellent window for their three comrades.

Kelly seized the opportunity and, like a nimble cheetah, quickly ran behind Sigismund at a speed no less than Astarte.

She opened her arms, trying to contain Sigismund's movements from behind, ready to create more opportunities for her teammates.

At the same time, Kohl, who was known for her strength, followed closely behind.

Although Kohl's movements were a few steps slower than Kelly's, each step was full of determination.

She burst out with all her strength and launched a fierce attack on Sigismund's right rib. Her fist was like a cannonball fired from a gun, with a whistling sound, hitting Sigismund's vitals directly.

However, Sigismund's actions were still swift.

He turned around quickly and easily avoided Kelly and Cole's blockade route. The commander did not have any thoughts of "showing mercy" or "giving way to the child".

While dodging, Sigismund took advantage of the situation and used the same attack method to throw Kelly to the ground.

Then, he punched Kou'er's left rib.

Buzz——bang——!
The next moment, Kelly and Cole instantly lost their fighting ability and fainted on the ring.

Even when four Spartan warriors joined forces, none of them succeeded in causing any harm to Sigismund.

For everyone outside the stadium, this is normal, but for Sparta, it is not without good news.

At least, their operational commander John was still on the ring, and he was less than halfway to the goal of "lasting ten rounds" as Sigismund had said.

If John could hold on, he would be able to prove to everyone present that this group of Spartans, who consumed a lot of resources from the scientific research and biological departments, were not "good-looking but useless".

However, after witnessing Sigismund's horrific performance, no one present had any hope for the Spartans.

Sigismund's strength was like an insurmountable mountain, daunting.

Each of his moves was swift and precise, as if everything was under control.

Therefore, even if John still persisted in the ring, everyone knew that it was almost impossible for one person alone to fulfill his promise of "lasting ten rounds."

If they really wanted to achieve this goal, the Spartans might need to continue to increase the number of besiegers, even to ten, in order to have a chance to survive ten rounds under Sigismund.

but.
What is the meaning of such a victory?
What’s the difference between increasing the number to ten and directly declaring success?

At that time, the auxiliary army and the Imperial Fists would still regard Sparta as "useless", that is, it consumed a lot of resources but was unable to stand on its own.

Although the people present did not know that the Sparta plan was divided into Phases 1, 2, and 3, nor did they know that Phases 1 and 2 were "out of print" products, it was not difficult to find through observation that the "cost" of this group of Spartans in front of them might be much higher than that of an Astartes.

Their Thor's Hammer power armor, nanosuits, and various transformation surgeries are all the results of consuming a large amount of resources from the scientific research and biological departments.

That is why, without the implantation of gene seeds, the Spartans were able to become super soldiers second only to the Astartes.

However, when Kelly, Cole, George and Douglas lost their combat capabilities one after another——

Buzz——bang——!!

The sounds of shields breaking and metal colliding were heard again, echoing in the training area.

However, this time the sound did not come from John's Thor's hammer shield breaking, but from Sigismund's titanium tank armor!
Of course, because this was a training match, the energy shield power of both sides was adjusted to the lowest, so they could be easily shattered by tons of brute force.

But even so, the power of this attack is still shocking.

Moreover, at the moment the shield was broken, faint energy fluctuations appeared on the surface of Sigismund's titanium tank armor, announcing the intensity of this confrontation.

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This attack not only allowed everyone present to intuitively realize the power of Sparta, but also made them realize that Sparta's strength was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

After all, it is impossible for the auxiliary army to achieve such an effect.

Just look at how John used the window created by his comrades to successfully get close to Sigismund's back and hit him with a punch.

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This did make Sigismund start to take things more seriously, but he always felt that John's success was more due to luck.

However, when Sigismund turned around to fight back, John managed to dodge it again, making the commander feel that the opponent's luck seemed a little unbelievable.

Because in his eyes, John was clearly doomed to die, but when he dodged, he was tripped by the unconscious Kelly and almost lost his balance, but he successfully avoided his punch.

this.
It was indeed too lucky.

And in the following fight, Sigismund could clearly feel that his power armor seemed to have a slight malfunction after John's hammer broke the shield, causing his original speed to be slowed down, and then the only remaining John successfully persisted for ten rounds.
(End of this chapter)