Super Combat Soldier Novels & Stories

His eyes burned an eerie crimson as he roared, charging straight for Sang-woo. Soo-ah’s heart stopped. “Sang-woo!” The clash was brutal. The enhanced soldier swung a massive fist, forcing Sang-woo to block with his forearm. The impact sent him sliding back several feet, boots screeching against the floor. Pain flashed across his face, but he didn’t falter. He pivoted, dodging the next blow by a hair’s breadth, and countered with a knife to the soldier’s side. The blade barely pierced the thickened flesh before it was yanked out, leaving only a shallow wound.

I threw myself on the ground, rolled to the side and pulled the trigger. The foremost soldier flew backwards, cracked the second with and Kael finished the third with a targeted shot from the hip. We were a perfect, deadly unit. The Commander and the junk collector. But the consortium did not give up. A shrill, disgusting summation the fight noise. It was a sound that let me freeze the blood in the veins. No ordinary troops floated down from the largest hole on the ceiling. A platform lowered, flanked by two huge three-meter Juggernaut-

Alexander once said that if a high-grade soldier was armed with weapons that were created from high-grade exotics would be invincible. He was not wrong as this was proven countless times in battles and wars involving countries and organizations. The big 5 used their High-Grade Warriors in the Supremacy War to dominate. This was the main reason why they became winners within the war. Soldiers that had their breakthroughs would be categorized as high-grade warriors, while their normal counterparts were categorized as low-grade warriors or just normal soldiers. The Supremacy War was 50 years ago, this solidified the hierarchy between the soldiers.

He did not care about Gene Points anymore as he was now a Grade SSS gene martial artist. What on earth were Supreme Combat Gloves? Lucas checked the Supreme Combat Gloves’ attributes. Supreme Combat Gloves: A zombie-exclusive weapon. Upon being equipped, the strength of the wearer will be doubled. It was something that had been custom-made for Biggy, was it not? He put the Supreme Combat Gloves on for Biggy. The gloves were silver in color, and they looked extremely majestic. Additionally there were several sharp and cold blades attached to them.

Koyala said. Everyone packed their bullets; laser bullets, and put on armors resembling those of the Force then headed out to Station Z. They wanted to disguise themselves as the Force's soldiers because getting in there was not an easy task. The place was locked such that no powers could work whilst one was inside. It made one with no fighting skills but with superpowers useless as it deprived them of that energy.

They closed in, weapons at the ready. If the Crimson Titans dared to make a move, they were prepared to kill them all. "Stop! Everyone, stand down!" Frederick shouted desperately, struggling to his feet. If Russell had been an ordinary old man, Frederick might have risked a conflict with the military. Nevertheless, that was no longer the case as Russell was a Supreme-level warrior far stronger than himself, fully capable of ending his life. Furthermore, those military soldiers were each armed with advanced weaponry, far outmatched his own men.

The soldier was sent flying sideways. Ray had struck. The force was incredible—powerful enough to make one question if he was a combat-type. Ray shook his hand; the beast-mode soldier's head was so hard that striking it had bruised his knuckles. And the enemy wasn't dead yet. "Fuck!" The soldier struggled to rise, wobbling, slightly dazed. Beast-mode had boosted his defense to extreme levels, so a single punch didn't finish him—but the dizziness from the blow was severe.

The serum slowed down his perception of time; the suit compensated for the recoil. Two soldiers charged him with combat knives. Sebastian caught the first man’s wrist. With the hydraulic assist, he snapped the arm like a dry twig. He spun and kicked the second man in the chest. CRUNCH. The man flew twenty feet, smashing into a forklift. "He's a monster!" one of the surviving soldiers screamed in Russian. "No," Sebastian’s amplified voice boomed. "I am the CEO." He grabbed a heavy machine gun turret ripped from a destroyed jeep. It weighed 80 pounds. He held it with one hand. BRRRRRRRT. A wall of lead tore through the enemy cover. Wood splintered. Concrete exploded. The Crimson Guard retreate

One at a time, the soldiers declined, our combined strength proved to be too much for them. They persisted, appearing as though there would be an unending tide of opponents. I got ready as a notably large soldier came charging toward me. Before reaching me, Cyrus intervened, his potent jaws grabbing the soldier’s arm. The soldier rolled away powerfully after the swing. We struggled with all we had, our muscles outworking themselves and our breaths coming in disorganized bursts. There was a greasy look to the floor, and the air was dense with sounds of combat. The tide started to change slowly and it was clear that we were going to emerge victorious.

Chapter 1 "Ohhh! Gosh! What an amazing moves! They are just falling like UFO' she whispered to herself. She could no longer move from her position due to nervousness. She was washing her face outside the gate of Andrea mansion seven o'clock in the morning. There was a faucet near to Mother Mary's garden. She plans to go to Mama Mary's Grotto and clean up its surroundings. There she saw a helicopter flying around. The height of the helicopter's flight was almost above the tallest coconut tree. Suddenly there were scout rangers jumping from up above. They just circled moving down in the air and stood up on the ground like they're standing holding in the positions of their high powered gun. Ja