Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Indeed, it was a test of stamina.
Throwing 50 punches, running 100 meters ten times, and spending a full minute in the reflex course. Every single one of the test sections consumed a great amount of stamina.
There was no pause in the test. If one’s stamina ran out, one would have to sustain with sheer willpower. It was nearly impossible to complete all the tests in good condition.
Yu completed it, and his result was outstanding.
Punching force: 598 kg. Speed: 6.7 seconds. Dodging rate: 72%.
Every single one of his results was considered the top of the class, even compared to previous years.
Alan showed satisfaction on his face. As the core disciple of the Yufeng family, Yu displayed qualities that he should have.
Then, it was Orston’s turn. The result of his one-month training was on full display as well.
His speed was terrible since it barely scratched 7 seconds. His dodging was similarly bad, and he only achieved 61%. The members of the Gordin family were all indomitable anyway as they preferred to face their foes head-on and rarely chose to dodge.
Therefore, his result was not considered a surprise, but his punching force reached a whopping 686 kgs which was astonishing.
Orston even slightly overpowered Yu in terms of astonishment from the crowd since being talented in all three skills was a little lackluster compared to excelling at one.
However, Orston did not react arrogantly, which was rare for him, because he knew something that the others did not.
Yu did not use his powers which was a huge limitation to him. At least, it was a bigger challenge than what Orston faced, so should a real fight go down, he might not be Yu’s match.
Two excellent results in a row encouraged everyone, even Instructor Thuja. After that, everyone else passed the test in an orderly fashion.
Andy was slightly falling back strength-wise. He could only achieve the minimal standard 550 kgs, but his speed reached 6.4 seconds.
Vian and Christina, who both were less confident, did not just reach the standard in terms of speed and strength, but their dodging rate even reached a new high, which was 68%.
As for Amir, he put everyone in awe. His strength reached 572 kgs while his speed was 6.8 seconds, both results of which were very close to Yu.
His dodging rate? 80%!
Such a dodging rate was only achievable by the most elite soldiers throughout the sector, not including the Purple Moon Warriors.
“Amir shall be the priority in the First Reserved Camp behind Orston and Yu,” Alan’s mask veiled his expression as he softly spoke to Thuja.
Thuja was proud of Amir as the boy performed a lot better than his training. In fact, he was miles better. It seemed like he knew how to lay low as well.
The other thing that made Thuja proud was the passing rate! It was an astonishing 100% passing rate until now despite the standards being raised!
Thuja was not worried about Tang Ling, the candidate that he admired the most, failing the test at all. Even though Amir shone with his results, Tang Ling’s effort and hard work had also rewarded him with astonishing enhancement.
After all, he was the one with the weakest talent, yet his general result was almost on par with Yu.
“Next, Tang Ling.” Yang Kong also showed a trace of anticipation on his face. Who would have expected that the boy who barely passed the second exam a month ago could hand in such a satisfactory exam result?
Talent was not equivalent to strength. Yang Kong understood that saying more than anyone.
He saw many men boast about their outstanding talents at first but eventually got surpassed by others with weaker talents. Some even ended up with zero achievements.
The valuable thing was that the reserved warriors this year showed a lot of enterprise and positive spirit.
So, who was the one who put them together and led them?
Yang Kong was pondering on the question while he watched Tang Ling walk up to the strength tester.
The reserved warriors mostly spent time together and would eventually go through life and death in the future. Therefore according to previous instances, there should be a powerful leader among them.
A leader would determine the spirit of the group of that year through a certain aspect.
In previous years, the qualities of a leader would slightly manifest during the month-long devil training.
Gold would shine no matter where it went. So, who would the leader of this year be? Who would be the great leader that led the group to the future?
Unconsciously touching his shaved beard, Yang Kong glanced over at Tang Ling in his clean and refined appearance.
Tang Ling was as calm as usual, adjusting his breath as the final preparation for the test.
Will it be him? The boy that Fei Long admires so much?
Unintentionally, Yang Kong did discuss with Thuja who would become the leader of this year last night.
Unfortunately, Thuja answered that he was certain that the qualities of a leader had not shown up in them, at least not yet.
There was no one with absolute charm that could convince the others yet, and none of such qualities had been displayed in any of them.
Yu was too cold, Orston was too arrogant, and Amir was an introvert and somewhat depressed. If there must be a candidate, it would be the one that everyone paid the most attention to – Tang Ling.
It was at that moment that Tang Ling threw his first punch at the strength tester.
It was a very standard and effective punch. Even Alan nodded, but the number on the strength tester was an inconceivable 497 kgs.
“Hmm, talent.” Yang Kong tossed his thoughts away. According to the conclusion he had gotten during the second exam, Tang Ling only displayed three-star talent and the quality of every one of his stars was worrying, hence the prolonged examination time.
Given the circumstances, his growth must have gotten weaker, and now the result of his growth was on display on the monitor. With his capabilities, he could not become a leader. He might not even pass the test. It seemed like Yang Kong was overthinking.
‘Going into the Second Reserved Camp is fine too. As the last among all the geniuses in First Reserved Camp, he will always suffer mental pressure, and it might even stop him from developing.’ Yang Kong pushed his glasses up a little calmly as he thought to himself.
He was only worried would Fei Long be disappointed since the leader was so concerned about Tang Ling.
As for finding the leader, he would have to spend more time observing.
Searching for the leader among the followers was the responsibility of the instructors. Regardless of what kind of leader they discovered, they had to instill the idea of fully devoting themselves to Safety Sector No. 17.
Instilling the idea would yield twice the result with half the work done since a leader would basically lead the reserved warriors to proclaim their loyalty.
With that thought in mind, Yang Kong continued to watch Tang Ling’s test.
However, Tang Ling suddenly stopped throwing his punch. He stood blankly and absent-mindedly in front of the strength tester, seemingly a little sad and disappointed.
Is it because he cannot accept the result? Yang Kong shook his head. If that was the case, Tang Ling’s mentality would have stepped backward instead.
After all, during the second exam, even if he was the weakest of them all, he had accepted it peacefully.
In fact, not only could Tang Ling not accept his own result, but Thuja and the other reserved warriors also could not believe it either. Based on Tang Ling’s usual performance, it was impossible that his result was so poor.
Was he too nervous that it got to him? That might be the only explanation. No one would be stupid enough to doubt the precision of the machine.
“Is there any problem?” Tang Ling’s absent-minded look attracted Alan’s attention, hence the question.
Tang Ling turned around to Alan, whose pair of eyes behind the mask, were showing doubts and confusion.
Tang Ling looked asquint at Lionel, but he did not spot any emotions. All the instructor did was uncomfortably flex his hands.
“No, I’m fine. I’m just a little nervous,” Tang Ling replied calmly.
