You might ask yourself:
Is there really a difference between the previous battle and the upcoming one I called an "Elite" battle?
Do you think the two squads from the last fight were weak, and the two squads arriving now are stronger?
Or is the difference in resources and training?
The truth is… there is no difference.
Each squad has its own way, each is different.
But in an elite battle, the decisive factors are mentality and clearly defined goals.
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The first two squads appear, guarding the wielder of the Chains.
Worry and exhaustion are written all over their faces.
The Yeti smiles as he looks at these tiny creatures, wondering how he should teach them who the stronger one here really is.
He watches them standing in a formation that's hard to break through.
Thoughts rush into his mind, faster than before… then he lets out a deafening roar!
The roar strikes like a blade, filling the squads' ears with unbearable ringing.
They stagger, dizzy, their vision blurred.
But the monster doesn't give them a chance.
He slams his foot against the ground—sending tremors far more violent than before.
This time, neither squad could keep their balance.
Dizziness, muffled hearing, and a collapsing stance… they're facing imminent danger.
The Yeti glares at them with his single eye.
Then, with quiet arrogance, he marches forward, each heavy step as if he were about to crush them underfoot.
Though it looks slow, his speed is terrifying—like he's declaring that he's defending his homeland while stomping mere insects.
The squads try to retreat quickly.
But the Assassin's arm shatters beneath the beast's strike.
His scream pierces the battlefield, but he endures, barely surviving.
Hatred burns in his eyes as he looks at the Yeti.
For an assassin, hands and feet are everything… and now he's lost his arm.
He prays it isn't destroyed completely after the Yeti's crushing stomp.
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The leader of the first squad grits his teeth as he clashes with the beast:
– What's going on with this monster?! Wasn't it dead? How has it grown even stronger?!
His gaze flicks to his comrades, guilt and turmoil twisting inside him.
Because of Egypt's new system for arranging battles, casualties had almost dropped to zero… an incredible achievement.
But now, fear claws at him—what if one of the squads dies here? What if he does?
He forces himself to stay composed, swinging his sword fiercely.
The second squad's leader notices and rushes forward to support him.
Their coordination shines through—sword and spear working together.
They slow the monster down, buying their teams a precious moment to recover.
Yet… it seems the Yeti is toying with them.
He's not even fighting at full strength.
It's as if he's holding back, sensing a greater threat approaching—though he doesn't know when or from where.
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Meanwhile, aboard a transport plane racing toward the battlefield,
the monitors display the Yeti clashing with the squads.
The Immortal Trainees' squad watches intently, analyzing every movement.
Concern etches some of their faces… while others can't hide their excitement.
One of the female members speaks up:
– Captain, since you're the heir of a former "Haka" user, and you've entered higher-level Gates… have you ever seen a beast like this? The Yeti may be legendary, but it's still a creature of this Earth—not like monsters from other worlds.
The Captain exhales, replying:
– It's not that simple. Yes, we heirs are stronger than normal Haka users… but we still need to fight constantly to adapt to our inheritance. Otherwise, we'll lose control—and die.
At the end of the day, we're still human. But heirs are descendants of those once called gods. And it was proven—they weren't gods. They were humans… yet unimaginably powerful.
– That's why we heirs must strengthen ourselves. So we don't die. Even when we enter higher-level Gates, we remain cautious. But I'm certain—we've never faced a monster like this before.
And that makes sense. Egypt, the Four Organizations, and the rest of the nations closed off the high-danger Gates.
So they've only been fighting unclassified beasts.
Perhaps the Yeti is from a higher grade. That would explain its extraordinary power.
But identifying that is beyond them. Only Egypt might know.
Egypt was the first country to ever capture a low-level Gate beast long ago.
They even maintain trade with Egyptians in the world of Siris.
Secrets like these… outsiders could never easily uncover.
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The rest of the members listen in complete silence.
Not a word, not a sound—knowing this was knowledge only the strong deserved.
The Captain smirks, a cunning gleam in his eyes:
– This development is perfect. If the Shaman faction had claimed this beast, it would've been troublesome. But now, it's heading to Egypt instead—not to them. Their research and power will suffer.
Still… the Shamans might snatch it after Egypt's done with it. My mission then… is to cripple this beast, reduce its research value—by ensuring it takes massive damage.
That way, even if the Shamans get it, they'll gain nothing. And Egypt won't gain much either.
It's clear—he doesn't care much about Egypt. His hatred is aimed squarely at the Shamans.
They're the reason his faction's resources have weakened.
– I truly enjoy fighting and tearing apart schemes. Without Egypt, the world would already be in chaos. But the Shamans… they're not simple either. They've stationed a strong squad nearby, with their own Haka heir, just in case.
They know what I'm planning. So I'll need to be cautious of them as well. As much as I hate it… cooperation might be necessary to kill this beast.
His lips curl into a smile, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
The thrill of the coming battle… and of crushing the Shamans' plans… fills his chest.
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On the opposite side, in another aircraft heading toward the fight,
the Shaman Captain sits with a serious expression.
There's tension in his eyes… but also madness.
He's excited—he'll be facing a legendary beast.
Despite his unease about the Immortal Trainees' schemes, he burns with eagerness to fight the Yeti.
Minutes pass.
Both planes reach the battlefield.
The two Captains leap out, crashing onto the ground in powerful landings—without a single injury.
They sprint toward the battlefield, while their squads descend by parachute with equal urgency.
Both Captains—Immortal Trainees and Shamans—charge headlong, not only to fight the beast first,
but also to protect it… from the other faction.
Strange, yes. But to them, perfectly clear.
The Yeti slams down its fist—everyone expecting the squads to scatter like before.
But this time… a small human figure intercepts.
A fist collides with a fist.
The battlefield falls silent.
A colossal arm against a small human hand—yet the impossible happens.
The Yeti's arm shatters.
His massive body is hurled backward in a thunderous crash.
The Shaman Captain grins—it was he who arrived first.
He glances at the Immortal Trainees' Captain with smug delight.
The latter scowls, clearly frustrated.
The first squads feel a flash of relief, but it quickly twists into dread.
– This is madness! How can the two strongest factions fight side by side, when they're sworn enemies?! Are we going to die because of them?!
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Next stop: The Techniques of the Immortal Trainees and the Shamans
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