My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 488 Training Friends (2)

The eight trainees dispersed while climbing, naturally forming a spherical boundary around the stationary Liam.

Matt positioned himself directly overhead, roughly fifty meters up. Kristopher took his place below and to the left, while Alex mirrored his stance on the right. The women filled in the remaining gaps, weaving a three-dimensional web with Liam as the focal point.

"Considerably better already," Liam stated through the comms, his tone clearly approving. "You are beginning to think in terms of spatial awareness. This is the intended way to utilize your exosuits."

Harper’s voice sounded slightly strained, likely due to the mental effort required to maintain a hover while holding formation. "Alright, he is surrounded. What comes next?"

"Now you attack," Liam answered simply. "Ensure you coordinate. Don't simply charge in one by one as if you were rookies. Choose a signal, act in unison, and force me to address multiple threats from various vectors at once."

The group exchanged glances across the void, their HUDs clearly marking their teammates with friendly icons, making coordination far simpler than it would have been with the naked eye.

Matt broke the silence. "On three?"

"On three," Kristopher confirmed.

"One," Alex started.

"Two," Stacy tallied.

"Three!" Kristy finished, and they launched.

Eight lines of approach converged on a single spot from eight distinct angles, their flight systems propelling them at velocities that would have been impossible to synchronize without the machine-assisted perception of the exosuits.

The HUD software tracked their trajectories, computed intercept windows, and projected real-time data so they could pivot their paths to avoid colliding while maintaining a unified assault.

Liam simply smiled and dropped downward.

The sudden shift meant their attack vectors, which were locked to his previous position, converged on empty air.

Eight armored figures streaked through the space where their target had been an instant prior, their momentum carrying them past one another in a calculated near-miss that would have been a disaster without the precision of the exosuits.

Liam had fallen roughly twenty meters, hovering calmly while they reoriented.

"Solid speed and coordination," his voice reached them. "But you remain fixated on linear motion. In a three-dimensional fight, straight lines are easy to predict. You need to warp your movement, shift your path mid-flight, and force me to guess where you are heading."

Matt, having overshot and resting above Liam once more, grasped the opportunity. He zeroed his upward momentum, rotated with a grace the exosuit made trivial, and dove.

Instead of a standard dive, he engaged his lateral thrusters during the descent, carving a spiral trajectory that was significantly harder to read than a vertical drop.

Liam tracked the motion, tilting his head slightly, and when Matt was ten meters away, he shifted laterally with such blurring speed that it appeared as though he teleported five meters to the left.

Matt’s corkscrew path sliced through nothingness. He pulled up hard to avoid overcorrecting, his momentum dragging him into a wide arc that took him well below Liam before he could stabilize.

"Better!" Liam shouted down. "The spiral was smart. It kept me guessing. But you committed too early. Your trajectory revealed your destination the moment you started, allowing me to step aside."

Kristopher, having observed Matt’s failure, was already integrating the lesson. "So we must attack with curved lines while retaining the ability to adjust mid-approach. Make it impossible to dodge because we can re-aim faster than he can reposition."

"Exactly," Liam agreed. "Furthermore, act in harmony. One person using a curve is just a single vector. Eight of you attacking with calculated curves from eight angles, adjusting for my actual location rather than my previous one—that is a nightmare to handle."

Stacy’s voice displayed resolve. "Understood. Spread out again. Same formation, but focus on curved approaches and constant adjustment based on his real-time position."

They scattered, reforming with an efficiency suggesting they were beginning to internalize high-dimensional movement. Their HUD markers refreshed, displaying the group's relationship to Liam in the center.

"On three again?" Harper asked.

"On three," Alex verified.

The count went faster this time, their confidence surging despite the previous failures. As the number three was reached, they launched, none of them flying straight.

Matt spiraled down in a helix, keeping his intercept point obscured.

Kristopher swept in from the left with a curve that looked negligent until you realized he was constantly adjusting his velocity. Alex mirrored him from the right, their paths designed to converge simultaneously from opposite sides.

The women had coordinated a synchronized wave pattern, weaving back and forth while trending toward the center to form a tightening net.

Liam’s grin widened. For the first time since the drill began, he looked truly engaged instead of merely playing the mentor.

He moved—not just to dodge. He dove toward Kristopher’s arc, forcing Matt to shift his spiral to avoid a collision.

That shift forced Matt to steer into Stacy’s path, causing her to break her wave to steer clear, creating a gap that Liam immediately burst through.

He emerged behind them before they could process the coordination failure, hovering thirty meters away as they scrambled to regroup.

"Much better!" Liam cried out with genuine excitement. "That forced me to counter properly rather than just shuffle away. The curves made prediction hard, and your constant adjustments forced me to react to you. Keep at it, but tighten your timing. Converge faster to limit my reaction window."

Elise, typically quiet, spoke up. "You forced Kristopher to trigger Matt's adjustment, which shattered Stacy’s pattern and created your exit. You didn't overpower us; you found the weak point and struck it."

"Perfectly stated," Liam said, his approval clear. "Formations are only as reliable as their timing. I don't need to conquer eight people at once. I only need to derail the coordination so you become eight individualsfighting separately."

Matt rejoined, breathing heavily despite the suit handling the physical load. The fatigue was mental—the strain of managing three-dimensional combat while tracking a target faster than the human eye could follow.

"Right," he muttered, his voice stubborn. "Again. This time, watch one another. If Liam forces a break in the formation, the adjacent person must compensate immediately."

Kristopher chimed in. "And communicate. Call your status if pushed off course. The others will tighten the net from the remaining angles."

"Excellent tactics," Liam commanded. "Now show me."

They dispersed and snapped back into formation with even greater precision, but this time they were vocal.

"High approach locked," Matt reported.

"Left-forward vector," Kristopher responded.

"Right-forward engaged," Alex added.

The girls followed in quick succession, building a verbal map that allowed them to track the entire group’s spatial relationship.

"On three," Harper signaled.

The count sped up, their confidence peaking. They launched with a coordination level noticeably higher than before.

Matt’s spiral dive moved with sharper intelligence, his trajectory reacting to HUD telemetry. Kristopher and Alex mirrored each other with perfect timing. The women’s wave patterns were tighter, reducing the weaving to sharpen their strike.

Liam watched, and for the first time, he had to exert effort.

He dropped toward Kristopher, but before he could exploit the formation, Kristopher called out.

"Breaking left!" His voice was sharp and immediate.

Alex immediately adjusted, tightening his curve to fill the gap. Stacy, adjacent to Kristopher, widened her wave to drape over the formation, sealing the potential opening.

Liam pivoted mid-motion, accelerating upward to avoid the trap, but this put him directly in the path of Matt’s spiraling dive.

Matt detected the opening and committed full power, his armored form descending like a screaming meteor, his corkscrew path leaving no hint of his final impact point.

Liam contorted in mid-air—a feat that disregarded standard physics—to avoid Matt’s strike by a mere meter.

But unlike the previous attempts, this near-miss didn't end the fight.

Because while Matt dropped from above, the other seven were still closing in, and Liam’s evasion had forced him off-center.

Kristopher mirrored left. Alex moved right. The women closed in from beneath. For a fleeting half-second, Liam was truly boxed in, eight vectors converging with such precision that simple avoidance would not suffice.

Then he accelerated.

The move was so blurred that their HUDs failed to track it. Liam simply vanished from the expected target zone and crested two hundred meters above them before they could even finish closing in on empty air.

They banked, looking up at Liam, who hung like a silhouette against the pale Antarctic sky.

"That," his voice pulsed over the comms, brimming with pride, "was excellent. You forced me to truly evade rather than just outmaneuver you. Your coordination was solid, your dialogue was crisp, and your adjustment after I tried the same tactic twice proved you are learning."

He drifted down to their altitude, moving with fluid ease.

"You are finally thinking like pilots. You are utilizing the three-dimensional space correctly and adjusting in real-time. This is exactly what I was hoping to see."

Matt panted, his voice a mix of frustration and excitement. "We still didn't land a blow."

"No," Liam agreed. "But you forced me to earn my safety. That is progress. The rest is simply detail and repetition."

He looked at them all, his pride evident in a way that made every preceding failure vanish.

"You did well. Every one of you. You are exceptionally fast learners," he said.

"Now, who wants a one-on-one?" he asked.

They looked at each other, drained. Despite the suits doing the heavy lifting, the immense strain of the training left them physically exhausted. It took a massive amount of mental energy to operate the exosuits at this level.

After a silent moment, someone stepped forward. Naturally, it was Matt.

"I am ready," he declared."`