Taskforce Vs Elite Squad (2)

Each group of four from the taskforces, their faces grim with determination, were faced simultaneously with their elite counterparts. Atticus locked eyes with the leader of the opposing team, a fiery young man with a shaved head and a cocky smirk. But beneath the bravado, a flicker of uncertainty flickered in his eyes – a tremor of recognition from Atticus's performance in the Bloodfest. It was a subtle hint, but enough to confirm his suspicions. Atticus, with his enhanced strength and honed skills, was a force to be reckoned with.

A surge of confidence coursed through him. He was certain he could take on the entire team himself, even with his self-imposed handicap of not using his raw physical strength. Years of training had given him an arsenal of spells at his disposal, trump cards waiting to be unleashed.

Master Wei's booming voice echoed through the hall, "Begin!"

A collective roar erupted as the taskforces and the elite squad surged forward. This wasn't just a training exercise;