502: Chapter 440: Starting the Job 502: Chapter 440: Starting the Job Su Mo and the others followed Figerl into a very spacious enclosed room.
The room was completely empty, and everyone present showed puzzled expressions, not understanding what this was for.
At this point, fifty people had not yet been eliminated.
It could be said that each of these remaining individuals was among the elite of the elites.
But what the people didn’t know was that Figerl had once been one of the most terrifying auditors in Country E, and very few people had passed his assessnts.
Figerl did not hide anything; he simply said, “The final test, we will leave this room shortly and release ten Flying Wing tal Balls.
Whoever catches a Flying Wing tal Ball and holds onto it until the end of the assessnt wins, aning only ten of you will successfully join the GT departnt.”
“General, are there any restrictions on the thods used?”
Zhao Bo suddenly raised his head and asked.
“When we fight monsters, there are hardly any rules, and now you are not allies, and there are no rules.
Of course, intentional murder is strictly prohibited.
After thirty minutes, I will open the sealed door, and whoever is standing with a Flying Wing tal Ball in hand will be the victor.
Good luck!”
After speaking, Figerl waved his hand and took his people out of the room.
The assessnt seed simple, but it was even more brutal.
Catching the ball was only part of it—outmaneuvering each other was the toughest part.
As soon as Figerl and his n had completely exited, small openings appeared on the smooth tal walls, followed by chanical tal balls with thin wings flying out.
Imdiately, they dispersed in high-speed, irregular patterns.
The people inside the room imdiately rushed forward.
So viciously kicked the person next to them or knocked others down with a chop of the hand.
No one bowed down to anyone.
“You’re asking for it!”
“You’re the one asking for it!”
“If you don’t want to die, get out of my way, or don’t bla for being rude.”
“Co on then!”
…
Suddenly, many people started fighting.
Su Mo, instead, stood still without any intention of joining the fray.
He also noticed Zhao Bo, who didn’t make a move for the tal Balls either, but was looking at his watch.
It seed he had the sa idea as Su Mo, waiting for the right mont to make a move.
At that mont, Zhao Bo also noticed Su Mo hadn’t gone for the tal Balls, and he watched him with caution.
After the previous two rounds of tests, no matter how arrogant he was, he wouldn’t foolishly think he was stronger than Su Mo.
The GT departnt’s violent tests had no room for luck or loopholes.
Zhao Bo decisively stayed away from Su Mo, thinking that if he were targeted by him, he might really get eliminated.
Ti slowly passed.
Twenty or so people now lay on the ground, battered and bloody, barely alive.
Su Mo estimated it was about ti.
The ten Flying Wing tal Balls had already been caught—not because the balls were hard to catch.
It was easier for those who were able to make it to the third round because they were too outstanding.
Su Mo’s eyes narrowed as he quickly locked onto three large n fighting each other, charging at high speed toward them.
With controlled force, he threw a punch at the one who had grabbed the tal Ball.
The man was too slow to react, and took the punch straight to his face.
Imdiately, his teeth flew out, and he fell to the ground, letting go of the Flying Wing tal Ball.
Su Mo quickly reached out and grabbed the airborne tal Ball.
At that mont, the other two muscular n, a glint of fierceness in their eyes, very synchronously punched towards Su Mo’s chest.
Pow, pow!
The two fists fiercely hit Su Mo.
But Su Mo stood unmoved, expression unchanged.
On the contrary, the two attackers felt their fists ache unbearably.
They looked at Su Mo in shock.
Su Mo didn’t hesitate, and with a controlled sweep of his leg, he kicked both n away.
At this mont, one or two others thinking of taking advantage were deterred by the scene.
They braked sharply, changing their targets.
They considered him a tough nut to crack.
…
After a long while, the sealed door swung open.
Su Mo, Zhao Bo, and eight others stood upright while the other forty lay on the ground, moaning in pain.
Figerl looked at the ten selected, very pleased, and nodded, “Congratulations, from today you are combat mbers of the GT departnt.
Based on your performance, I formally announce, Su Mo!”
“Present!”
Su Mo responded solemnly.
“Your performance is the best.
From now on you are a Lieutenant of the GT departnt.”
Figerl declared solemnly.
“Yes!”
Su Mo responded.
Zhao Bo, hearing Figerl’s announcent, his face tensed fiercely.
He knew that in every selection, the top perforr had the chance to enter the GT departnt as a Lieutenant, a valuable opportunity he thought he had almost securely, yet he failed in the end.
The difference of just one rank might seem small, but it was significant.
In future combats, the other would be a squad leader, while they might only be a team mber.
Another point was that a position in the GT departnt was highly prestigious and promotions were extrely difficult to achieve.
The only way to get promoted aside from special opportunities was through military exploits!
“The rest of you are Lieutenants!”
Figerl’s gaze swept over the others as he spoke.
“Yes!”
The others responded in unison,
Figerl turned to his deputy and said, “Puwa, take them to complete the hiring procedures.”
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