The Western Pole company was rattled seeing none of their attacks stick to the Rebornian soldiers. Anything they tried, it was as if it was nothing more than a harmless slap that would not even break the skin barrier.
And the worst part was that they were using all of their stamina for this. Each of the soldiers began shedding sweat after sweat, with their muscles being forced to move at its maximum.
In comparison, the Rebornian soldiers looked like they had just gotten off of a rejuvenating shower.
"Damn it!" the general cursed.
It was at this point that he realized that the Rebornian army was a lot more than they bargained for. It truly looked like they were in the same caliber as a Conglomerate subcompany, at the very least.
And that wasn't good news. For anyone.
The Western Pole general could only bite his lips in frustration. Now, they had been instructed to win against the Rebornian company at all costs.
