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TRAINING- THE DEITY'S FISTS.

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

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

[Rating: Outstanding.]

[New battle loading…, loading complete.]

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!