Crouching tigers 

The whole field was now filled with a mixture of emotions. Some were nervous, some were stunned, and most of all, they were excited. What else other than battle would make a military man excited? They lived for battle and they were hot-blooded.

"Haahahahaha yes, this is what we, the men of the fire-bird barracks, love to see," Arthur said with a voice filled with glee.

These guys didn't disappoint him The aura they released when he spoke to them left him very satisfied.

"Let's begin," Arthur added.

When he said that a cadet holding a box came out, he walked until he was directly behind Arthur.

"We will be deciding who fights who and drawing lots from the start of the line to the end taking numbers," he said.

The candidates understood the assignment. They started giving each other numbers from the front of the line to the very back.

In total, they numbered about a hundred candidates.

Jake, Joey, Jack, and Frank stood in that order. Jake was number 20, Joey, 21, and so on.

"Now come forward, one after the other, reach into the box and pick up a piece of paper. The name on it will determine who your first opponent will be," the cadet said in a loud voice.

and everyone obeyed. They soon started picking from the box.

...

"What number did you get?" Brother Mo asked Jack. Brother Mo was afraid of fighting against Jack and a few others because he knew that if that were to happen, he would surely lose.

"Ummm 51?" Jack replied, while counting the people on the line. He was trying to figure out who number 51 was.

"Phew!" Brother Mo sighed in relief. He really didn't want to fight against Jack.

Other than jack, he also had a bit of caution towards Frank, so he looked at Frank with the side of his eye questioningly.

"55," Frank understood right away from Brother Mo's expression.

"Okay," he said, then ran and started bothering other people.

The contest was designed in such a way that you will only know who you will be challenging, not who will be able to challenge you.

"Brother Jake and Joey, what about you? What number did you get?" Frank asked.

"60," Jake replied. He had already caught sight of his opponent. He looked ordinary and had no substance to his movements, so Jake didn't really put it to mind.

"Wake up!" Frank slapped Joey on the shoulder.

He was sleeping while standing again.

"Hmmm?"

"What number did you get ?" Frank asked again.

Joey then took out the paper and read it aloud.

Joey was super calm about it, but the rest frowned.

This person they all knew and it made them worry. He stood at the front, and from the get-go, he had been releasing a fierce aura that made him seem like a lion stalking its prey. It made everyone feel uncomfortable.

So you can imagine why they were worried.

Frank said in a joking manner, "Quit worrying guys," but it was easier said than done. He was, after all, their friend.

"ha-ha frank is right, look at the person we are so worried about" jack burst out in laughter

That's right.

Joey had fallen asleep once more.

It made them laugh Not because they didn't care; they laughed because they knew that the training of a senior of Wang Ben would definitely be special. They anticipated how strong Joey would have become.

"You will have two chances to fight. If you win neither, then you may join the others and participate in the assessment in a few weeks' time," Arthur said.

"If you win one of the two fights, then you have passed and will be successfully inducted as 2nd-grade junior cadets, but that will mark the end of this competition for you. You will not be allowed to participate with the next batch."

It was already clear that those who had to reschedule their assessment wouldn't be able to pass 3rd grade, so they would naturally stay away from it

"If you are lucky enough to win both fights, then you will progress and get the right to fight for 1st grade," he continued.

"Number one, come out and choose your opponent," the cadet holding the box screamed after Arthur gave him a nod.

The young man, who was releasing a fierce aura, stepped forward and onto the platform.

"Number 72!" he screamed.

That was the number on the sheet he chose.

After he said that, a youth with no shoes came forward. He had no shoes on, no top, and his fists were tied with a white cloth.

He also seemed unique; it was befitting for the youth in front to fight against such an opponent.

"Wilder," the fierce-looking youth, also recognized that the guy looked strong, so he naturally acknowledged him by giving his name.

"hmm" the candidate with no shoes nodded at him but didn't let his name known

"This made Wilder angry. He had acknowledged this guy, but this guy didn't give him face." he thought.

"Okay, good, let's fight then," Wilder flashed and started dashing toward his opponent.

The youth with no shoes quickly entered a battle stance.

"Take this punch," Wilder screamed at the top of his voice in an effort to intimidate.

But that didn't move the youth with no shoes.

He simply dodged the punch by jumping backward.

But

As soon as he landed, a kick came flying his way.

Wilder had baited him with the punch.

But the youth with no shoes didn't panic. He raised his hands and blocked, and after that, another kick came from the side.

Wilder was not letting up; he wanted to win by a landslide.

The youth with no shoes seemed to be at a disadvantage. He was constantly being kicked and he could only jump back.

Until suddenly

"boom"

The youth without shoes uppercut wilders' leg, which pushed wilder back a few steps.

"Is it time to get serious yet?" wilder asked in a cold tone.

The youth with no shoes nodded.

He then proceeded to change his fighting stance; he was starting to get serious now.

"Good." As soon as those words came out of Wilder's mouth, he vanished from sight.

"boom"

They collided and started exchanging heavy punches. These guys were definitely skilled.

Frank and the others stood on the platform in awe; there were a lot of crouching tigers in the infantry unit assessment.

"Would Joey be able to beat this monster wilder?" They all thought collectively.

"First step," the youth with no shoes, used a technique, as the battle raged on. He was increasingly being put at a disadvantage.

He wasn't all talk, he knew what he was doing. He was a crazy strong fighter.

But wilder was just a monster

"Don't run." Wilder was putting more pressure on the youth with no shoes.

He had quite a few opportunities to win, but he wanted the youth with no shoes to admit defeat.

Of course, it wouldn't be that easy as the youth with no shoes was very good at dodging.

So the fight raged on until

"boom"

The youth with no shoes was hit right in his chest. He was pushed back by a few steps.

He stayed there with his hand holding his chest. He looked angrily at Wilder.

"Since you don't respect me, then let's end this," the youth with no shoes said.

In actuality, he was being hypocritical. If you really think about it, he was so arrogant as to refuse to give his name when Wilder gave his, and now that Wilder had beaten him, he was playing the victim.

The whole crowd understood that the youth with no shoes was the shameless one. This wasn't a group of random people. They were all candidates and cadets.

"You are right, let's end this." Wilder said

he had a smile on his face and he really didn't care.

He pulled his hand back and punched out. This would end the battle.

"Sike," the youth with no shoes, rolled on the ground while the punch was coming in the direction of where he formerly was. He was now on Wilders' left.

"bone breaker"

He activated a skill to attack Wilder from the side. He was happy to have caught Wilder off guard.

But once he looked up, he was shocked.

Wilder was looking right at him without flinching.

His sneak attack had failed. Wilder blocked it and next

"boom"

Wilder had won.

The worst thing to happen during a fight was a failed sneak attack.

"Good wilder wins" Arthur was delighted.

"You kid with no shoes, it's customary to let your opponent know your name, so out with it." Wilder wasn't having it. He stared straight at the youth with no shoes.

But he didn't receive a response.

The guy just got up and left.

"next fight"

The assessments raged on, battle after battle. It was exciting.

And soon it was their turn.

"Number twenty, it is your turn."

Jake stepped forward and started walking to the battle platform.