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CHAPTER 72: BATTLE ART- THE COBRA'S MANEUVER.
“The Cobra’s maneuver”. Clark muttered in a surprised and shocked tone, as he recognized the battle art Sonia was using immediately on seeing it.
This battle art was one of the best available in the Sparta republic. And it was not even created there, it was created from a significantly more powerful high-grade country.
It was one of the rarest battle-arts, and can only be bought by influential individuals of the Spartan republic. The Spartan republic was only able to get it in its archives, after paying a mouth-watering sum of money to the creators.
This out-of-place realization only made him think more about what her real background was, as this battle art was not attainable to soldiers with unimpressive backgrounds like himself.
As all these thoughts and realizations flashed through his head, the person in question was completely unfazed.
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