As a Celestial Dragon, I became an evil pirate!

Elite training camp, in a spacious square.

All the recruits who came from all over to participate gathered here.

There are those from Malinfando, several recruit camps... there are also those selected from the navy branch, and there are also some special admissions.

At this time, the recruits had already begun to group up and prepare for the third assessment.

Practical training... is one-on-one combat.

Lieutenant General Dalmecia was wearing a green suit, sitting on a high platform, observing the situation below...

He is the veteran lieutenant general of the headquarters and a disciple of Zefa.

The fruit's ability is the Dalmatian form of the animal-type canine fruit.

There are four rounds of screening for elite recruits this time. The first round of assessment is purely about physical fitness, shooting, etc. The second round is about physical skills, which is to judge the strength of a recruit by attacking special equipment. , to score.

The third round is actual combat...

After progressing to this point, there were not many people left on the field, less than 1000 people.

Nearly [-]% less, most people have been eliminated.

The trials of the elite camp are very strict, and even if you enter the elite camp, you may be eliminated, so it is extremely stressful for the new recruits.

The current Navy Headquarters is in short supply... The elite camp has been recruiting once every six months to once a month, and the threshold has been lowered a lot... But even so, there are still very few juniors who are qualified to enter the elite camp. few.

Dalmecia crossed her arms and had a calm expression on her face... Compared with their time, the newcomers today are really getting better and better.

"Lieutenant General, take a look."

At this time, a subordinate hurriedly walked nearby and handed over a piece of information.

"what?"

Dalmecia was a little confused, then turned her eyes to the paper, "Huh?"

"Most of these 20 people barely meet the standards in terms of physical fitness and physical skills, and have been promoted to the actual combat part... But in just one hour, these [-] people are almost in a winning streak, defeating several good prospects..." said the subordinate .

"You mean, in the third round of the test, nearly a hundred recruits were defeated by these people? On average, one person defeated three to four opponents in a row, and won a round in about 10 minutes. ?" Dalmecia was a little surprised.

Terry, the chief instructor of the [-]th Battalion, had some impressions...but he probably didn't have the teaching skills.

In previous years, it was already good to have about ten recruits selected.

However, even if ten people enter the elite camp, they will voluntarily withdraw or be eliminated before long.

The amount of training in the elite camp is beyond what ordinary people can handle.

"I asked around... I heard that the seventh battalion recently had a new deputy chief instructor who is very powerful. These people were all trained by him..." the subordinate explained.

"Except for Zog, who has pretty good physical fitness and relatively high combat skills, the others can only be regarded as ordinary... It seems that their actual combat capabilities have been improved in a short period of time... This new member of the seventh battalion The instructor is very skillful." Dalmesia flipped through the information for a while, then stood up and ordered: "Come on, take me to have a look."

"Yes."

He became interested in Zog and others.

……

A fighting place.

Zog is fighting an opponent...

The latter wanted to use the explosive power of his legs to fly over and launch a strong attack... However, when the man rushed in front of Zog, Zog, who had his back turned to him, suddenly turned around, as if he had expected this man to appear. Position, immediately kicked out...

A precise kick to the opponent's abdomen.

This caused the opponent to spit out gastric juice, fall to the ground, and lose his fighting power.

On the side, a veteran acted as the referee. Upon seeing this, he raised his hand and declared: "Zog wins!"

"yeah!"

Zog clenched his fists excitedly.

It should be safe for him to enter the elite training camp!

He has defeated four opponents in a row... without losing a game.

With his physical strength and fighting skills, coupled with such actual combat results, it is impossible to be eliminated.

He doesn't want to go back to Camp [-] anymore!

Because when we go back, we have to face instructor Ghana, that devil!

When he thought of this, he swallowed and looked horrified.

He looked around and saw that Seda and others were fighting in several other open spaces... Presumably, his companions had the same idea.

You will never go back to the seventh camp, you must enter the elite camp.

Soon, opponent No. 5 appears!

With a whistle, the two collided instantly.

"Lieutenant General!"

At this time, Dalmecia came to the sidelines and the veteran referee saluted.

Dalmecia nodded and looked at Zog who was fighting with others. He found that... Zog's dynamic vision and reaction speed were amazing, and his on-the-spot reaction was also very fast... His opponent could hardly get close.

The most important thing is that Zog protects the openings on his body very well and does not give his opponents any opportunities to take advantage of...

This kid is particularly sensitive to attacks from behind. Whenever his opponent wants to get around... Zog seems to have noticed it in advance and changes his body position one step ahead.

"instinct!"

Two words came to Dalmecia's mind.

This new recruit must have suffered a big loss... and has developed a conditioned instinct.

"interesting…"

He also noticed that Zog's lower body had a strange posture. Whether he was attacking or retreating, he was holding his hips tightly...

Immediately, Dalmecia went to watch the battles of several other recruits from the seventh battalion, and found that, like Zog, these newcomers were exceptionally capable of adapting to battle...the reaction speed was among the best among this group of people.

"Did you see anything?"

Dalmecia asked the assistant beside her.

"No."

The latter shook his head.

"These recruits in the seventh battalion have properly protected several key parts of their bodies. As long as these key parts are not attacked, they will not lose their mobility instantly... This has become a kind of fighting instinct for them... Moreover, When they look at their opponents, their eyes are extremely solemn and they are highly focused. They will not underestimate any opponent and go all out to deal with every game."

"It's like a kind of awakening...the feeling of imagining the opponent into some kind of powerful enemy."

"Their five senses are both fragile and sensitive, and they can detect any slightest movement...that's why their reaction speed is unusually fast."

Dalmecia smiled.

"Generally speaking, it is difficult for new recruits to have such vigilance, right? I checked the information and found out that the new recruits of the Seventh Battalion had a delayed assessment. It has been less than three months since they arrived at the headquarters... and within three months, they will be able to Allowing them to qualify to enter the elite camp? This is also..."

The subordinates felt incredible.

"Didn't you notice? They have another characteristic in common!"

Dalmesia.

"what?"

"Before the battle, he was depressed. After the battle, his spirit changed... he was completely different."

"Er, indeed!"

After a while, an interesting situation happened... two people from the [-]th Battalion were assigned to a battle group.

After a fierce battle, Zog won with difficulty!

"Brother, I'm sorry...I must enter the elite camp. I never want to go back to that dark place..."

Zog apologized to his companion who collapsed and cried.

"It's done...I'm done!"

"No...I don't want to go back...Sir, please give me another chance. Please, don't eliminate me...I don't want to see that devil again!"

The defeated recruit struggled to get up.

I caught a glimpse of Dalmecia nearby, crying and begging in panic.