My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 485 Liam, The Perfect Sparing Partner

As the global response to the Institutional Verification declaration spread and company attorneys rushed into crisis discussions about the ridiculous stipulations, the person behind this whole mess was engaged in a totally unrelated pursuit.

He was chilling with his pals.

The chat transformed into a group call, their talks flowing smoothly from heavy subjects to more casual ones, and that's when Matt floated his suggestion.

"Alright, listen up," Matt declared with the sort of excitement that instantly put the others on guard. "I reckon we ought to all take on Liam in a spar."

The response came fast and in total agreement.

"No way in hell," Alex shot back instantly.

"Count me out," Harper chimed in, shaking his head.

"Matt, that's your dumbest plan in weeks," Kristopher remarked, which spoke volumes considering Matt's history of bad ideas.

The women were just as quick to brush it off. Stacy stared at Matt as if he'd proposed leaping off a cliff for kicks, not far off from his actual pitch. "You're just itching to get beaten down," she stated flatly.

"You realize he'll wipe the floor with you, don't you?" Kristy pointed out. "Like, totally obliterate you."

Lana gave a nod of support. "This wouldn't even be a fight. It'd just be you begging for embarrassment."

Matt raised his hands in surrender, but his smile showed he was relishing the resistance. "Fine, yeah, I know I'm gonna get wrecked. That's not what matters. What matters is—"

"What matters is you're suicidal," Elise cut in.

"Hear me out!" Matt pressed, his face turning earnest. "The real benefit is that facing off against Liam would teach us more than any dojo ever could. Far more. And if trouble arises—and honestly, it likely will with all the drama swirling around Liam—we gotta be ready to defend ourselves."

The video call fell silent as the group absorbed Matt's switch from his typical joking vibe to a more sincere worry.

Matt pushed on, capitalizing on the quiet. "On top of that, we've got these exosuits now. Time to master them for real. The flying features, the power boosts, the shields—we've only just begun to tap their potential. Sparring against Liam would make us really stress-test the gear and learn to manage it when things get intense."

He scanned the faces, locking eyes with everyone. "We're Liam's inner crew. That puts bullseyes on us. Folks are already spying, plotting to leverage us against him. We can't drag him down. We have to stand on our own or at minimum not freeze up if danger strikes."

This hush felt more profound, burdened by the harsh reality Matt laid out. No one cared to voice it outright, but his words rang true. Hanging around a tycoon as rich and enigmatic as Liam—who elites undoubtedly linked to Nova Technologies in some way—turned them into magnets for all sorts of factions with their own schemes.

The Maybourne Group. Spy networks. Business empires. Underworld syndicates. Legacy clans irked by newcomers shaking their entrenched order. The roster of risks stretched on, expanding with every bombshell from Nova Technologies.

And though Liam had proven time and again his ability to crush dangers effortlessly, he couldn't cover every angle. Not with his current schedule of venturing through parallel realms and steering a firm revolutionizing society.

Kristopher shattered the quiet first. "He's got a point. We need to get the hang of the suits right. And fighting practice from Liam's caliber would be... priceless."

Alex inclined his head gradually. "I loathe that Matt's reasoning clicks, but it does. We've zipped about and toyed with the exosuits, yet never in a structured battle setup."

Harper seemed split between logical consent and the sensible urge to avoid a thrashing from someone who could likely hoist a skyscraper.

"Alright, but does Liam even have the bandwidth? He's helming a corporation, delving into other dimensions, and seemingly sparking worldwide financial upheaval just for kicks."

Stacy chuckled in spite of it all. "That bit tracks with him."

Even so, while Matt's argument held water, the crew saw right through his true motive. Matt craved a reason to unleash the exosuit in action. He yearned to witness its full prowess, to max it out, to revel in the thrill of wielding tech that felt straight out of tomorrow's dreams just yesterday.

Which, in truth, wasn't a flaw at all. The itch to experiment and challenge wasn't some moral shortcoming.

"Okay," Kristy conceded with a groan. "But when he crushes you flat, I'm gonna crack up. Hard."

"Me too," Lana said.

"I'm filming the whole thing," Elise declared.

Matt beamed, taking the coming ribbing in stride. "Accepted."

They all shifted their gaze to Liam, who'd been silently observing the back-and-forth, a faint smirk indicating he'd predicted this turn the instant Matt started talking.

"I say it's a fantastic plan," Liam stated plainly. "Battle practice matters a lot, and you're spot on about needing hands-on trials for the exosuits. Also, it'll help you grasp your true potential in them. The power augmentation shifts your fighting style entirely, and most haven't wrapped their heads around it."

He rose, loosening up nonchalantly. "We'll require a solid spot though. Some isolated area free from interruptions or accidental destruction. Backyard won't cut it—the estate's policy sure as hell doesn't handle 'enhanced fighter workout mishaps.'"

Matt lit up right away. "What's the spot? Desert? Sea? Peaks?"

Liam grinned. "Antarctica."

The term lingered in the space.

"Antarctica," Alex echoed deliberately. "The iciest spot on the planet."

"The most desolate landmass," Harper contributed.

"Buried under ice," Kristopher noted.

Liam's grin broadened. "Precisely. Zero crowds, no facilities to wreck, tons of room, and the harsh setting adds to the drill. Besides, the exosuits regulate climate—you'll stay perfectly comfortable heat-wise."

He grabbed his device and shared the location data. "Rendezvous in half an hour. Head straight there, keep stealth engaged throughout. I expect to observe your skills in long-haul air travel across water and then icy terrain maneuvering."

"Hold on, we're jumping into this immediately?" Stacy questioned.

"Why delay?" Liam replied brightly. "Or would you rather stew on it till doubts creep in?"

Matt was already standing. "Nah, now's ideal. Let's roll."