Those outside the arena were awakened by Cain's words, but Lieutenant Sura inside the arena was under immense pressure.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Lieutenant Sura kept glancing back at Lin Fan. There was not a single scratch on his body armor. Meanwhile, she had taken a solid fall onto the sand-hardened ground while dodging a sneak attack.
To be honest, falling down on the battlefield was nothing to be ashamed of. Any rookie who worried about something as stupid as losing face would not survive the first thirty minutes. The more complex and chaotic the battlefield, the faster you could crawl and roll, and the better your chances of surviving.
This instinctive, hard fall had saved Lieutenant Sura's life many times during the war. In several hive battles, she had needed to outwit enemies lurking behind corners and windows.
A swift, unexpected backward fall could make the enemy lose their target in an instant and leave them startled. That was the greatest value of the move.
She ran her hand over the rough scratches on her body armor and brushed off some magnetized sand. Lieutenant Sura only felt that pushing forward rapidly was becoming increasingly difficult. Facing the fire of ten or even more enemies at once made it hard for her even to raise her head.
Normally, at times like this, she would have the heavy weapons squad load a mortar shell and blast the enemies in those bunkers into the sky. But now, she could only rely on herself.
She readied the training grenade in her hand, recalled what she had just seen, adjusted its detonation settings, and silently counted down for several seconds.
"Now!"
Lieutenant Sura threw the grenade, making it explode over the enemies' heads. An anti-gravity field simulated the shockwave and shrapnel, and