Sim seemed pleased with the recruits' reaction.

With a smile on his face, he clapped his hands together and asked Ron, Kid, are you OK?

I ...... am fine, sir!

I think I broke my arm, though, sir!

Ron covered the fracture point of his right hand with his left hand and wanted to curse, but when he thought of the severe pain in his arm, he didn't dare to curse again.

In the end, it was only possible to endure the pain and answer honestly.

It did break, so I'll give you a half-hour of vacation.

Sim smiled and nodded, waving a hand a short distance away, and immediately, two army doctors came over to carry Ron away.

A broken bone is not a major injury in this day and age.

Once the broken bone is reset and secured with an exoskeleton-medicated arm shell, you can continue to move within ten minutes and heal within two to three days.

Then Sim looked to the line of recruits and said aloud, Who's next?

He comes this way once a year.

The new recruits who had just entered the army were all smug little boys, and he had to show off his strength and hold down the restless hearts of certain pricks.

The line of recruits was silent.

Ron is the tallest and strongest of the three classes, but he is defeated by Sim with one move and a broken arm.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people, Sim had become the Demon Instructor, let alone challenging him.

I'd like to try, sir.

After a small wait and seeing that no one dared to step forward, Jack finally spoke up.

Now, the timing is perfect!

I'll do what you're afraid to do. I'll fight who you're afraid to fight!

Boy, you proved that my class isn't full of softies.

Come on!

Seeing that there were still people who dared to challenge, Sim was somewhat relieved that at least his soldiers had a lot of guts.

Yes, sir!

Jack stepped out of line and stood three meters across from Sim.

Professional?

Sim's pupils shrunk, and the smile on his face tightened as he began to get serious.

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The recruit in front of him wasn't tall for his age, but his short hair and slightly wheatish complexion made him look extra lean and fit.

It was clearly just an ordinary close combat technique, but after assuming an offensive stance, it vaguely gave him an oppressive nature.

Sim beckoned, saying, Show me what you can do.

Then I'll show you!

Jack landed his feet on the ground and charged straight through.

Although he had only used less than half of his strength, his speed was still extremely fast in the eyes of others.

Bang!

Sim was an instructor, after all, and he was well-versed in the fighting arts.

With Jack letting go, he saw through Jack's attack, blocked Jack's punch with his left arm, and raised his leg to return the favor.

Jack reacted quickly, lifting his left knee to crash into Sim's footplate, jarring Sim backward in one fell swoop.

The crowd in the queue of recruits stared in disbelief.

Although they were not strong enough, their eyesight was still good.

In just two short exchanges of moves, they could see that Jack had the upper hand.

Damn, careless!

Something's not right with this kid. He'll lose if he doesn't take it seriously!

Sim took a few steps back, his expression turning serious; he had already roughly figured out Jack's strength.

Jack was above him in strength and speed, and even his body was harder than his, and he had to win by skill.

After a few seconds of staring at each other.

Both men struck at the same time, just without any obvious moves.

Changed tactics?

Having just finished sparring with Sims, Jack knew what Sims was going to do.

Instead of fighting him as hard as he had earlier, Simm fought operations around him, switching from military fighting arts to ring sparring.

It's time for me to change my tactics!

The corner of Jack's mouth turned up, and he offered to put his arm up so that Sim could punch.

He can't win this cut.

People are emotional creatures, which leads to the ubiquity of the human condition.

Today was the day for the recruit instructors to hammer the recruits and raise the instructors' majesty, and those who dared to mess up today would definitely be missed by the instructors.

It is possible that you may be looked at by a higher-ranking officer, but you are still a new recruit and still have to work under an instructor.

God knows how big an instructor's circle of friends can be.

There's no telling if someday a colonel and general officer will come along and meet your instructor and salute.

Just because you can't win, though, doesn't mean you have to lose.

A slight underdog draw isn't bad at all!

Sims could maintain the instructor's authority and accomplish the goal of knocking out recruits.

He could also give the same class of recruits a deeper impression of the 'boss of the third class' and at the same time get the instructor's approval, all in one fell swoop!

Jie Jie Jie.

With that thought in mind, Jack and Sim fought dozens more rounds.

The dozens of rounds went on, and Sim beat Jack 'back and forth.

However, due to his wild fighting style, when the crowd watched, they would only think that he fought cool and lost only a little bit.

Boy, good job!

But it ends here. I can't spend all my time with you.

Sim cried out in excitement, pacing and leaning toward Jack with his fists clenched once more.

He sort of saw it.

This new recruit was a demon with explosive physical qualities, though his skills were still lacking, and he was a good prospect with great potential.

Bang!

As Sim kicked out, Jack, who was blocking with both arms, staggered back and ended up sitting on his ass.

Shift, Jack almost won!

It couldn't be helped; Sim was an instructor, after all, so if he wasn't good, how could he be sent to train new recruits?

Jack is much better than Ron, who is just a taller, softer-looking guy!

A number of regretful murmurs rang through the ranks of the recruits at the sight of Jack's defeat.

When the fight first started, they all thought Jack could win.

Kid, you're not hurt, are you?

Sim was in a good mood at this point, ignoring the mess in the line of recruits and reaching out to pull Jack to his feet.

I'm fine, sir!

Your fighting skills are impressive. I hope to ask you for lessons next time, sir!

Jack 'hung his head' and shook it.

No problem. Now, get back in line!

Sim nodded in satisfaction, then looked to the line of recruits and continued to shout, Who's next?

......

The recruits scrunched their necks, and not one of them dared to make a sound again.