My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 486 Liam, The Perfect Sparing Partner (2)

After twenty minutes, the entire group soared through the skies, their exosuits slicing silently through the atmosphere in stealth configuration as they journeyed southward across the Atlantic toward Antarctica.

The thrill of flight remained endlessly captivating. These suits rendered prolonged supersonic speeds utterly seamless, while the heads-up displays delivered navigational insights that transformed the voyage from a tense dash over perilous expanses into a high-velocity sightseeing adventure.

Nevertheless, a full twenty minutes traversing vast ocean and then desolate icy terrain allowed the early exhilaration to evolve into a sharper concentration. As the icy expanses of Antarctica appeared on the horizon, the team's thoughts shifted away from the joy of soaring and toward the challenges awaiting them at their goal.

Liam, as expected, had reached the spot ahead of them. Upon landing at the precise location he'd shared—a vast, level sheet of ice extending endlessly in all directions—he was already present, standing relaxed with his exosuit deactivated, appearing entirely unfazed by being in one of Earth's harshest settings clad only in everyday attire.

Matt swiftly dematerialized his helmet, likely eager to deliver some grand remark about reaching Antarctica, but the sharp, relentless chill struck his features like a harsh blow, prompting him to hastily rematerialize it in under a second.

Liam let out a hearty, joyful laugh that reverberated over the barren ice plain. "Yeah, I wouldn't recommend that. It's about negative forty degrees Celsius out here right now, and the wind chill makes it feel even worse."

"You're just standing there!" Matt's words filtered through the suit's comms, sounding muffled and a bit peeved. "How are you not frozen solid?"

"I'm built different," Liam replied with a casual shrug that implied it was self-evident.

Kristopher's voice followed, reflective as usual. "Actually, I'm not really feeling anything at all. Even through the brief moment when Matt opened his helmet, the environmental readouts show the extreme temperature, but the suit's climate control is so effective that I can't actually feel the cold."

The others in the group agreed with nods, echoing the sentiment. The exosuits preserved an ideal internal climate no matter the outside weather, making their time on the Antarctic ice feel as cozy as lounging in a temperate space.

"The climate control in these suits is remarkable," Alex remarked, his logical mindset evidently admiring the tech. "We could probably function in environments far more extreme than this."

Liam grinned. "You could jump into a live volcano and be more than fine. The suits are designed for worst-case scenarios that make Antarctica look mild."

The women promptly directed their gazes toward Matt.

"What?" Matt queried, on the defensive. "Why are you all looking at me?"

"Because we know you're going to try it," Stacy stated.

"Probably within the week," Kristy chimed in.

"Definitely going to end up on your social media if you're giving leeway," Lana added.

"'Watch me swim in lava' with a bunch of fire emojis," Elise forecasted.

Matt attempted to argue but soon surrendered with a chuckle. "Okay, fine. One should enjoy their life while they can, right? And if I have a suit that lets me swim in lava, I'm absolutely going to swim in lava."

The team shook their heads in affectionate annoyance, though no one found it unexpected. This embodied classic Matt—presented with advanced gear, his mind leaped straight to the wildest possible application.

Liam laughed lightly and motioned to the surrounding vast ice plain. "Alright, enough discussion. You guys came here to spar, so let's spar. Come at me one at a time whenever you're ready."

The group tensed up almost automatically.

The response was swift and intense—eight individuals abruptly realizing they were on the verge of engaging in battle with a person they'd witnessed performing feats beyond belief with effortless grace. A figure who'd traversed the void of space, displayed power that ignored natural laws, and functioned at heights so surpassing ordinary humanity that labeling him superhuman seemed too modest.

Even Matt, who'd been pumped about the concept, sensed a slight knot in his gut at the idea of putting it into action.

It was unavoidable. Each of them operated on a realm utterly distinct from Liam's, who seemed akin to a legendary deity in their eyes. The mere notion of him retaliating, even during practice, was sufficient to root them in hesitation.

Noticing their unease, Liam's face grew kinder. "I won't attack back," he assured softly. "I'll only defend and maybe provide some redirection. This is training, not a fight. I'm here to teach you what I can about using your suits effectively and understanding combat dynamics at enhanced strength levels."

A wave of evident ease swept over the team, bordering on humorous.

Matt shrugged his shoulders, the exosuit mirroring the motion flawlessly. "Alright. Alright, I can do this. I'm going to show you the power of a thousand suns, Liam. Prepare yourself."

Liam remained silent, merely waving Matt ahead with a subtle grin that indicated real anticipation.

Matt drew in a breath, steadied his focus, and engaged the suit's flight capabilities.

In the following instant, he propelled himself ahead with such power that the ice under his prior position fractured. The suit's thrust merged with his bodily motion to generate velocity unattainable for any unenhanced person—he covered the thirty meters to Liam in a blink, his fist thrusting toward Liam's features in a strike backed by the exosuit's complete amplified force.

Right before contact, Liam stepped aside.

The shift was slight and impeccably timed. One instant Liam stood in Matt's trajectory, the next he was off to the side, and Matt's inertia propelled him beyond the vacated spot.

With relaxed accuracy, Liam's hand extended, seized the rear of Matt's suit at the perfect juncture, and channeled all that surging energy into a managed rotation that hurled Matt spinning airborne like a punted ball.

Matt hurtled rearward in a wild corkscrew, powerless to halt his path, until he slammed into the ice near his starting point, scattering shards of frost in a burst.

For a beat, he remained prone, absorbing the events, then rose gradually.

"Ow," he uttered, despite the suit fully cushioning the landing with no real injury. "Okay. That was... humbling."

Liam smiled and turned to the rest. "Who's next?"