Not bad. This Jiang Yan is qualified to become one of his future subordinates.

But it's just something to admire.

His gaze quickly returned to the girl who remained calm.

He saw that after Jiang Yan displayed such terrifying strength, almost everyone showed expressions of shock, awe, and even fear.

Su Tang's gaze remained calm, but with a hint of... thoughtful scrutiny.

It's like a top-notch appraiser evaluating a piece of rough jade of decent quality.

On the field.

Wang Qiang's attacks failed dozens of times in a row. His physical strength was severely exhausted, and his morale was completely depleted. His movements began to distort, revealing a huge opening.

Jiang Yan's eyes finally moved.

He seized upon this weakness.

His body, like a fully drawn bow, leaned forward instantly, his right hand transforming into a knife, neither striking Wang Qiang's neck nor his face.

Instead, it gently touched the outside of Wang Qiang's knee, the supporting leg, as he charged forward.

That movement looked light and effortless, without any force.

But Wang Qiang felt as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out in an instant; his whole body went limp, and he knelt down uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yan's left hand followed, also gently pressing on the back of Wang Qiang's neck.

Wang Qiang's vision went black, he instantly lost all consciousness, and collapsed limply to the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by this incredible, almost artistic, performance.

If Gao Kai's victory was a thoroughly enjoyable aesthetic of violence, then Jiang Yan's victory was a deadly art of killing, leaving no trace.

He didn't even inflict much pain on his opponent; in an instant, he ended the fight.

"Jiang... Jiang Yansheng!"

Lei Kuan's voice was a little dry. He had been a soldier for so many years and had trained so many classes of students, but he had never seen such a terrifying prospect as Jiang Yan.

This kid was born to fight.

Jiang Yan's battle was like an insurmountable mountain, weighing heavily on the hearts of all the trainees who had not yet taken the stage.

The following matches were rather dull.

Faced with absolute overwhelming strength, any struggle seems pale and powerless.

Soon, only the last group remained in the second round of the competition.

All eyes were on Instructor Lei Kuan.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Especially the female soldiers.

Su An hasn't played yet.

On the male soldier's side, there was still one person left.

A person that all the female soldiers avoided like the plague.

Zhang Kui.

The man who deliberately used dirty tricks during the impact training, injuring Su An's arm with all his might.

"Round Two! Last Group!"

"Class Four, Su An!"

A low gasp rippled through the queue as the name was called.

What was bound to happen has finally happened.