Real Combat
The final assessment was self-explanatory; Real Combat.
Michael didn't have much time to prepare himself because he was one of the last applicants to arrive for the final assessment.
He went for a quick shower, ate his fill, and observed the people around him. Each of them was his competitor for a spot in the Saphirelake Military Academy.
'Is that all that is left out of 100,000 applicants?' Michael wondered. It was almost 4 pm and it seemed that the preliminary tests were over.
Not more than 100 young men and women were on the second floor of the Golden Sun College's Gym. That meant only 0.1% of applicants made it to the final assessment!
At 4 pm on the dot, everyone gathered in the open arena. A middle-aged man wearing a military uniform stepped in front of the young applicants, his eyes as cold as ice.
His gaze moved through the crowd of less than 100 applicants and a menacing smile appeared on his scarred face.