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

Chapter 486  Liam, The Perfect Sparing Partner (2)

Twenty minutes later, they were all in flight, their exosuits cutting through the air in stealth mode as they headed south over the Atlantic Ocean toward Antarctica.

The flight was exhilarating in a way that never got old. The suits made sustained supersonic travel feel effortless, and the HUD systems provided navigation data that made the journey feel less like a desperate flight across hostile terrain and more like a guided tour at ridiculous speeds.

Still, twenty minutes of sustained flight over open ocean, then frozen wasteland, was long enough for the initial excitement to settle into something more focused. By the time Antarctica’s ice fields came into view, everyone in the group was thinking less about the fun of flying and more about what was waiting for them at the destination.

Liam, naturally, had arrived first. When they touched down at the coordinates he’d provided—a flat expanse of ice that stretched to the horizon in every direction—he was already there, standing casually without his exosuit active, looking completely unbothered by the fact that he was standing in one of the most hostile environments on Earth in just normal clothing.

Matt immediately dematerialized his helmet, probably wanting to say something dramatic about arriving in Antarctica, but the biting, unforgiving cold hit his face like a physical slap and he frantically re-materialized the helmet within half a second.

Liam laughed in a genuine, delighted sound that echoed across the empty ice field. “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 voice came through the suit’s communication system, muffled and slightly indignant. “How are you not frozen solid?”

“I’m built different,” Liam said with a shrug that suggested this was obvious.

Kristopher’s voice came through next, thoughtful as always. “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 rest of the group nodded, sharing the observation. The exosuits maintained perfect internal temperature regardless of external conditions, to the point where standing in Antarctica felt no different than standing in a comfortable room.

“The climate control in these suits is remarkable,” Alex said, his analytical mind clearly appreciating the engineering. “We could probably function in environments far more extreme than this.”

Liam smiled. “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 girls immediately turned to look at Matt.

“What?” Matt asked defensively. “Why are you all looking at me?”

“Because we know you’re going to try it,” Stacy said.

“Probably within the week,” Kristy added.

“Definitely going to end up on your social media if you’re giving leeway,” Lana said.

“‘Watch me swim in lava’ with a bunch of fire emojis,” Elise predicted.

Matt tried to protest but eventually gave up with a laugh. “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 group shook their heads in fond exasperation, but nobody was actually surprised. This was peak Matt behavior—given incredible technology, immediately think of the most absurd way to use it.

Liam chuckled and gestured to the open ice field around them. “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 stiffened almost instinctively.

The reaction was immediate and visceral—eight people suddenly very aware that they were about to attempt combat against someone who they’d seen do impossible things with casual ease. Someone who had flown through space, who had demonstrated strength that defied physics, who operated on a level so far beyond normal human capability that calling him superhuman felt like an understatement.

Even Matt, who had been enthusiastic about this entire idea, felt his stomach tighten slightly at the prospect of actually executing the plan.

It couldn’t be helped. They were all on a completely different level compared to Liam, who was basically like a god of myth to them. The thought of him attacking back, even in a training context, was enough to freeze them into place.

Liam saw their reaction and his expression softened. “I won’t attack back,” he said gently. “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.”

The visible relief that washed over the group was almost comical.

Matt rolled his shoulders, the exosuit responding to the gesture with perfect synchronization. “Alright. Alright, I can do this. I’m going to show you the power of a thousand suns, Liam. Prepare yourself.”

Liam said nothing, simply gesturing for Matt to come forward with a slight smile that suggested he was genuinely looking forward to this.

Matt took a breath, centered himself, and activated the suit’s flight systems.

The next moment, he launched himself forward with enough force to crack the ice beneath where he’d been standing. The suit’s propulsion combined with his own physical movement to create acceleration that would have been impossible for an unaugmented human—he crossed the thirty meters between himself and Liam in what felt like an instant, his fist already extending toward Liam’s face in a punch that carried the full enhanced strength of the exosuit behind it.

Just before impact, Liam sidestepped.

The movement was minimal and perfectly timed. One moment Liam was directly in Matt’s path, the next he was simply beside it, and Matt’s momentum carried him past where his target had been.

Liam’s hand shot out with casual precision, caught the back of Matt’s suit at exactly the right moment, and redirected all that forward momentum into a controlled spin that sent Matt tumbling through the air like a kicked football.

Matt flew backward in an uncontrolled spiral, unable to arrest his momentum, until he crashed into the ice roughly where he’d started with enough force to send up a spray of frozen fragments.

He lay there for a moment, processing what had just happened, then sat up slowly.

“Ow,” he said, though the suit had absorbed the impact completely and he wasn’t actually hurt. “Okay. That was… humbling.”

Liam smiled and looked at the others. “Who’s next?”