Jocko Combat Tested Novels & Stories

Even his shirt could barely contain his bulging muscles underneath. His veins were visible across his arm. He looked fierce and tough. Someone else nodded. “Yeah, Hank’s right. Get him, Hank! We’ll deal with him later!” “The retard looks like he can fight too. Can you deal with him?” Harry asked. Since they were all love rivals, there was no way they would wish each other well. “I’ve been practicing kickboxing since I was young and I served as a Spec Ops soldier in the military for years. I can beat fifty of him.”

He had used up a full 300 judgment points, yet his combat power had only increased by 1 point! Jack did not know what to say. Following that, Jack used another 1200 judgment points to increase his combat power to 55. At this moment, his body was covered in a layer of black sweat. He looked as if he had just been fished out of crude oil. However, Jack could clearly feel that his body seemed to have been cleansed, and he felt very relaxed. It was a very strange feeling. It was as if there was a huge force sleeping in his body, and he could awaken and release this force at any time.

Of course, the monetary reward would also be more lucrative. "You were training behind closed doors before this, so you might not be aware that Jack had only competed for six days, and he fought in eight battles. However, he never lost once. His opponents were all knocked out in one hit. Hence, he's nicknamed — One-Punch Jack," Maisie explained to Caspian, and she watched Jack walked down the arena, "Maisie, do many people in Evergreen Town know about this battle arena?" Caspian suddenly asked.

"You are already spoiling your child in the womb." "Of course; our little one will arrive sooner or later." He grinned while sorting the documents. "By the way, we have new firearms for our soldiers." He took out a tablet. "I brought more protective gear for them. Also, we are currently testing the small jet packs for our 'birds.'" "Hmm." She checked the video of the jet packs. They had tested them over water and land. They could reach heights of over fifty meters. "Amazing." "It isn't perfect, but I put a lot of work into it," he said proudly.

He was one of the elite mercenaries on the mission. Though only seventeen, he had been in training for nine years and had never failed a mission. His skills surpassed many seasoned veterans. Among Jack’s men, he ranked in the top three. Enzo had taken a bullet to the arm. His bandages were soaked through with blood, but he didn’t complain. He simply smiled and said, “Then she must be very important to Mr. Jasper.” When he smiled, the sharp angles of his face softened. Jodie looked up at him. The fear in her eyes eased a little.

Anyway, this tall and bug guy Aldrin would probably be a piece of cake to defeat. Joshua was still not able to carry four hundreds kilograms weights at the moment, but the two of them were not much different in size. His quick accurate and vicious combat moves would be sufficient to deal with big sized men like Aldrin. He was far the other men he fought the last time during his training in Alpheno training ground. Aldrin is useless and a piece of trash at all.

Everyone on her squad wore a slightly different style for their specialty. For Aeon, as a Jack, her outfit consisted of her tank top, combat style pants that stretched easily, and her combat boots. Star, the fast moving sniper and information holder, she wore a tank top and pants as well, but used steel toed sneakers for their better mobility. She also had an unusual dark brown side pouch she used that was not part of standard ware. Chriso, the heavy hitter and muscle, wears a form fitting t-shirt, pants, and combat boots. J7, the scout and tracker, needs shorts for his running, a tank top, and steel toed sneakers.

Snow had fallen overnight, covering the ground in white. It wouldn’t stay clean for long. “Three trials. Combat, strategy, and leadership. Pass two out of three, you’re Beta. Fail two, you’re out.” He looked at me like I was already out. “Begin.” *Trial 1: Combat* First opponent: Darek. Scar Eye. The beta who tried to drag me back two weeks ago. He stepped into the ring with a grin, rolling his shoulders. “You think one lucky hit makes you a warrior, mutt?”

I asked with my eyes wide open. “Every number,” Tiffany said, and the satisfaction on her face was bright and completely genuine. “A health supplement that enhances combat ability, resistance and agility. Almost no side effects.” She watched me read. “Valley Wolf Pack has never been known for strong fighters but they are one of the wealthiest packs in the region. If you take this to Alpha James you will solve the cash flow problem entirely.” James had not been warm toward me since the Spring Gathering. But this was real data from real testing and James was a business man. Numbers moved him more than anything else, he wouldn’t be able to resist this.

I nodded and shook his hand that he brought out and we hit our chests. "Solidarity forever," he said. "Solidarity forever," I repeated. After speaking to me, Jago gathered all the men, except the ones that were looking after Laika. The men gathered in the valley and waited. "We will fight Alpha Khalid and his army!" Jago announced. My eyes scanned the crowd to see reactions, but I got none. We were trained out of emotions. Unless a warrior spoke his mind, you will never know what he is thinking. We were trained to stay away from each other's business because we loved our spaces.