Investing In My Three Crippled Wives Get 10,000x Times Return

Chapter 305 | The Training III

They restarted the exercise again.

This time, Bulwark did not wait in the center of the street—he moved toward the narrowest section between two damaged buildings.

Gridlock placed the rescue markers behind a low wall where he could protect them with a smaller barrier, Bullet Spear Man stood several steps to Cole’s left, and Dexter took the opposite side while Blitz climbed onto a broken ledge.

The wyverns appeared, their cries echoing over the ruins.

"Three overhead," Blitz called. "First one descending. Second circling left. Third staying high."

"Let the first come," Cole said.

Bulwark rolled his neck as the diving wyvern spread its wings and struck him. This time, he was ready for the exact force. He caught one of the hooked wing claws and drove his heel against the floor, and the creature’s momentum dragged him backward but only a little.

"Now!"

Dexter moved. He did not leap toward the creature’s head—he cut beneath its wing, forcing it to twist away from the pain registered by the simulation.

That turn exposed the throat, and Bullet Spear Man thrust. His attack struck the wyvern’s neck at an angle that prevented it from releasing its breath, and the creature recoiled.

Above them, the second wyvern descended to help.

"High left," Blitz called.

Cole raised his hand. This time, Dexter stayed low. Plasma shot over his shoulder and struck the second wyvern beneath its chest. Its wings snapped outward, and a violent explosion of light hurled it into the side of a tower. Before it could recover, Blitz appeared on the broken ledge beside it, struck its eye, and vanished.

The creature’s head jerked toward him—that was enough. Cole’s next shot hit the same damaged point, and the wyvern dissolved.

"One," Cole said.

Bulwark tightened his grip on the first creature’s wing. "Would someone like to finish mine?"

Dexter drove his saber through the glowing weakness at the base of its neck. The projection shattered. "Two," he replied.

A shadow covered the street as the last wyvern climbed higher, its throat glowing.

"Move the markers!" Cole snapped.

Gridlock withdrew the frontal barrier and raised two slanted shields over the protected area. Blitz reached the nearest marker, Dexter caught the second, and Bulwark grabbed the third by its harness.

A broad stream of fire struck the street behind them, and heat rolled over the barriers. Gridlock’s face tightened.

"I can’t hold the heat for long!"

"Don’t," Cole said. "Drop them on my mark."

The wyvern followed its attack lower—that was its mistake. Bullet Spear Man had already planted his feet, and his spear shot upward, striking the creature at the hinge of its jaw. Its head snapped back, and the flame cut off.

"Drop!"

Gridlock released the shields, and Cole’s plasma attack tore through the opening. Dexter sprang from the top of the low wall, caught the edge of a broken platform with one foot, pushed off, and struck the wounded creature before it could regain height.

His saber flashed across the underside of its neck, and the wyvern came apart around him. Fragments of light drifted down like sparks as Dexter landed.

For a moment, everyone waited. Then a clear tone sounded.

[FIRST WAVE COMPLETE]

Blitz grinned. "That looked much better."

The ground trembled, and new shadows appeared above the towers. Five this time. His grin faded. "Of course."

The second wave forced them to move. The wyverns did not attack together—two remained high, harassing the team with breath attacks, another circled behind the buildings, and the remaining pair repeatedly dived at the front line, trying to force Bulwark away from the protected route.

The projections behaved like living predators. They changed direction when attacked, retreated from bad angles, and sought the weakest point.

At first, the team struggled. Gridlock raised a barrier too close to Bullet Spear Man’s weapon and forced him to cancel a thrust. Blitz moved before announcing it, leaving Cole briefly exposed.

Dexter pursued an injured wyvern farther than necessary and had to retreat when a second creature cut across his return route. But the mistakes became smaller, and more importantly, they began correcting them before the formation collapsed.

"Right side open," Dexter called.

"Covering," Gridlock answered.

"Three seconds," Cole said.

Bulwark ducked, and plasma crossed above him. A wyvern fell.

"Spear, high target!"

"I see it."

"Blitz, don’t chase."

"I’m not chasing." He reappeared beside them. "I was investigating at speed."

Dexter almost laughed, and then claws struck the wall beside his head and he returned his attention to the fight.

By the fourth restart, their calls had become shorter. They no longer explained every movement. Bulwark planted his feet, and the others knew he was about to hold a target. Gridlock lifted two fingers, and Blitz changed his route before a barrier appeared.

Cole’s gathering plasma became a signal Dexter understood without looking directly at him. When Bullet Spear Man aimed past his shoulder, Dexter lowered his stance and trusted the weapon to pass where it was supposed to.

That last part required effort, and the man noticed. His expression changed slightly, but he said nothing.

They kept fighting. During the final run, the simulation added a larger wyvern. Its scales were edged with silver light, and its aura carried the oppressive weight of a peak Superhuman creature.

It emerged from behind the tallest tower with both wings spread, and the smaller wyverns scattered around it.

Blitz looked up. "That one seems unnecessarily enthusiastic."

The great creature roared, and its breath struck the street like a descending furnace.

"Back!" Cole shouted.

They withdrew together. Bulwark protected the slower movement of the markers, Gridlock redirected falling rubble with a barrier, Dexter severed a smaller wyvern’s attack before it reached Cole, and Bullet Spear Man struck another through the wing, forcing it down.

The larger creature landed, stone bursting beneath its claws. A spiked tail whipped toward the group, and Bulwark intercepted it. The impact drove him sideways, and his monitoring band flashed amber. Simulated damage.

"Still standing," he growled.

Dexter saw the movement beneath the monster’s raised wing—a gap. Small. Difficult to reach while the creature could turn freely. He looked toward Cole.

"Can you make it face you?"

Cole’s eyes flicked toward the gap, then back to Dexter. "For how long?"

"Two breaths."

Cole smiled thinly. "You got it!"