The young man, faced with the challenge of Bidegla, spurred not only Bidegla but almost everyone present to unleash a sprint of nearly one hundred meters, each swiftly darting like lightning and reaching a far distance in the blink of an eye. Although Bidegla had no way to check the time, he could feel the slow passage of time. Now, with just over a lap left, it seemed that time was running out. So he suddenly accelerated again, pushing himself to his limits. In an instant, a figure on the square almost moved like a black shadow, passing the others in the blink of an eye. Even those he passed were nearly knocked down by the violent force generated by his body and the air friction. "So fast," the ordinary instructors said in astonishment as they had been focused on the front runners, completely unaware that there was someone in the crowd moving at such an incredible speed. Bidegla's speed was so fast that when he moved at high speed, he produced a huge sonic boom, like the sound of firecrackers, shocking those around him. Seeing that there was still a long distance left to run, Bidegla gritted his teeth and muttered, "Let's do this!" At that moment, he almost exerted all his strength, reaching the fastest speed of his life. His speed was so fast that those he lapped were blown down by the fierce wind, crying out in pain. Bidegla wasn't sure how long it took him to run the remaining distance, but when he finally stopped, he felt as if his legs were no longer his own, gasping for air. He felt that he was on the verge of breaking his limits, but he knew he was still a little short. If he went beyond his limits, he might not be able to move for a few days. Shadow Dread wasn't here, and no one would bother him if he couldn't move. So not breaking his limits was a good thing. Looking back, the second-place runner was far behind, still not reaching the finish line. Almost all the instructors looked at Bidegla in amazement. His running speed was too fast, faster than that of a car. How did he do it? It took more than ten seconds for the people behind him to finally reach the finish line, all of them collapsing in worse condition than Bidegla. They were probably all eliminated, and Bidegla felt a tinge of regret. One by one, when the last person reached the finish line, it was already two minutes later. At last, all more than one hundred people had completed the entire run. "Ahem." Watching the exhausted individuals on the ground, the young man on the platform cleared his throat twice before saying, "I misjudged the time. It should have been ten minutes." Hearing this, the people present were almost speechless. You misjudged the time, causing us so much suffering, almost killing us from exhaustion. "Alright, according to the rules, the last five will be eliminated. You can go back to your own units and wait for next year's assessment." The young man began the elimination process without mercy. Although the five eliminated individuals were resentful, they knew it was due to their lack of strength, so their faces gradually dimmed, and they left the square dragging their weary bodies. On the first day, five people were eliminated, and over the next ten days, more would be eliminated. Out of more than one hundred people, seventy-five would be eliminated, and this was just the beginning. "Alright, your rankings will be recorded on the scoreboard, and you can rest now, waiting for tomorrow's assessment," the young man said before leaving the area directly.
The first place naturally belongs to none other than Bidegla, who pulled ahead by a full ten seconds in the race, which, by their standards, equates to over two thousand meters - a substantial lead indeed. Dragging his weary body, Bidegla didn't even glance at the scoreboards upon returning to his residence. Today, he was exhausted, his legs feeling as though they might give out at any moment, so he didn't venture out, instead opting to lie down and begin his recovery. The next day, they were awakened early to participate in the second assessment.
As for the scoreboards, Bidegla inadvertently caught a glimpse, seeing his name rightfully positioned at the top. However, what slightly surprised him was the fact that Meda Ponce, a stunning beauty, had surged to fifth place, proving that women were just as capable as men. On the second day, they participated in the standard shooting test. While physical condition was undoubtedly important for a soldier, precision with a firearm was equally crucial. In these times of rampant warfare, soldiers were always armed.
Arriving at the testing grounds, they were met with over ten circular targets for shooting practice, just like the ones seen on television. However, what made Bidegla wryly smile was the fact that, although he had seen a gun before, he had never actually fired one. This time, there was a real risk of being eliminated. Over a hundred people took turns shooting at the targets, with their scores determining their rankings. Bidegla didn't participate in the first round, so he watched from the sidelines. It must be said that these elite soldiers were truly skilled, with most scoring above ninety, displaying remarkable precision that made Bidegla, a novice, feel inadequate.
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Several rounds of testing followed, with only one person scoring below ninety, while the others achieved scores of over ninety, and a few even scored a perfect hundred. There were two people who achieved this feat, one of whom Bidegla had no recollection of, and the other being the person who had placed second the previous day. He had witnessed this person crossing the finish line second, never expecting their shooting skills to be so impressive. If Bidegla had to compete against them in shooting, he would surely end up riddled with holes.
Bidegla was placed in the final round, and the person standing beside him for the test caught him off guard - none other than the military goddess, Meda Ponce. "I didn't expect you to be so well-hidden," Meda Ponce expressed her surprise upon seeing Bidegla beside her. Yesterday, her speed had been exceptional, reaching an all-time high, but even so, Bidegla's speed had far surpassed theirs, leaving her utterly perplexed.
"I never intended to hide anything," Bidegla nonchalantly replied before picking up the gun in front of him and asking Meda Ponce, "Beauty, how does one use this gun?" "You don't know how to use a gun?" Meda Ponce was genuinely astonished by Bidegla's words. A military elite who didn't even know how to handle the most basic firearm - was he joking with her? Consequently, she not only lost any favorable impression of Bidegla but also turned ice-cold, finding his attempt at conversation repulsive.
"Uh, I really don't," Bidegla shook his head before adding, "I'm telling the truth, this is my first time using a gun. Do you believe me?" "I don't believe you," Meda Ponce replied coldly, then ignored Bidegla, focusing on shooting at the targets. Ten gunshots echoed through the air, and Meda Ponce's score was revealed: ninety-nine, just one point shy of a perfect score, a remarkable achievement for a woman.
"Why haven't you fired yet?" Meda Ponce laid down the gun and looked at Bidegla with a pained expression, unable to help but furrow her brow and ask.
"It's not that I don't want to shoot, it's just that this trigger won't budge," Bidegla spoke, his face full of shame.
The people on TV can just shoot directly, so now that he's actually using a gun, he realizes it's not as easy as it seemed. He really wants to kill the people who film those shows, it's so damn misleading.
Chuckle!
Hearing Bidegla's words, Meda Ponce chuckled, truly believing at this point that Bidegla wouldn't be able to handle the gun, as everyone else had finished shooting, leaving only Bidegla still lying on the ground.
So at this point, everyone's gaze turned to Bidegla, seeming to wonder why he still hadn't fired.
"Your safety isn't even off yet. Try taking the safety off," Meda Ponce said, picking up the gun in front of her and demonstrating for Bidegla.
"Thanks, beautiful lady." Getting up from the ground, Bidegla's expression was a bit embarrassed, as everyone was looking at him with strange glances.
"I'll try it out first." Bidegla spoke, then aimed the gun directly at the target 200 meters away.
However, he didn't lie down, just pulled the trigger.
The gunshot whistled, carrying a mournful sound, catching Bidegla off guard, almost knocking him to the ground with its recoil.
Looking at the target he had shot, he let out a long sigh, thinking it was lucky that he hit the target. If he had missed, it would have been embarrassing.
This shot was a random one from Bidegla, but he was lucky and hit the center of the target, scoring a perfect ten.
Bidegla was relieved, while those around him couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Lying down on the ground was the best way to shoot, as it minimized errors, achieving the highest score.
But the fact that he was standing, and still managed to get a perfect score with a random shot, made these elite shooters feel inferior.
And they also saw Bidegla almost being knocked to the ground by the recoil, showing that he didn't know how to use a gun at all. A perfect score with one shot could only be attributed to sheer luck.
"He actually hit it?" Seeing the score on the target, Meda Ponce couldn't help but marvel at Bidegla's incredibly good luck.
"You're not supposed to shoot like that," seeing that Bidegla didn't know how to handle the gun, Meda Ponce couldn't help but remind him.
"How should I do it then?" Bidegla asked.
"You should keep your eyes focused on the target, stay calm and steady, and then shoot," Meda Ponce explained.
"Is it like this?" Saying this, Bidegla fired another random shot.
"Another perfect score?" This time, everyone no longer marveled at Bidegla's luck, one perfect score could be attributed to luck, but two perfect scores? Who could say they had that kind of luck?
"You..." Seeing Bidegla randomly shooting again, Meda Ponce was exasperated, feeling like she had wasted her breath.
But his luck was truly too good, wasn't it? Two perfect scores, is he cheating?
"Eight shots left," Bidegla quietly spoke, then proceeded to fire eight shots in succession.
The sound of gunfire echoed for a long time, but everyone present was stunned because Bidegla's seemingly casual shooting had such high precision, not a single shot missed, all hitting the center of the target.