Chapter 471 Clash of Titans "Field One, Gao Kai!"

"A head-to-head matchup—"

"Jiang Yan!"

When those two names were called out, the entire training ground fell silent instantly.

If the previous matches were battles between mortals, then this one is a clash of gods.

Gao Kai, an elite police officer, a firearms genius, and a combat expert, overcame all obstacles and demonstrated extremely strong abilities, making him one of the biggest dark horses in this assessment.

Jiang Yan, recognized as the strongest in the Third Battalion, is a near-perfect elite soldier, a pillar of strength that stands firm in the face of adversity.

This is the most elite showdown among the top tiers, an undisputed battle for the championship!

The soldiers' blood was ignited at that moment; they craned their necks, clenched their fists, and their faces were filled with undisguised excitement and anticipation. This was a duel representing the pinnacle of combat skills in the Third Battalion, and regardless of who won, it would be a visual feast.

The female soldiers' reactions were even more direct.

"Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan is about to go on stage!"

"Look how handsome he is! He even has such a great physique without his jacket on!"

"Gao Kai is not bad either. Look at his muscles, he looks really strong!"

"Oh dear, Su An, who are you supporting? They're both so dear to me, it's so hard to choose!" Sun Li turned to ask Su Tang.

Su Tang's gaze remained calmly fixed on the scene, without offering a reply.

In her eyes, it was indeed an interesting duel.

Gao Kai, at this moment, was like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed. His spirit, physical strength, and fighting will were all at their peak; his goal was clear, and his will was unwavering. This was the perfect warrior form.

And Jiang Yan...

Su Tang's gaze shifted to another figure.

At this moment, he stood there like a silent statue, radiating an aloofness and...chaos that seemed out of place with the fiery environment.

Yes, chaos.

Su Tang narrowed her eyes slightly. She could clearly sense that Jiang Yan's mental field was disordered; his heart was not here.

A soldier who loses his composure before the final battle is a major taboo in warfare.

Bai Wei's crazy talk really did affect him.

In the center of the field, Gao Kai took a deep breath and, under everyone's gaze, ripped off his sweat-soaked training uniform, revealing a white vest underneath, which was also soaked with sweat, outlining his strong, well-proportioned, and explosive muscle lines.

He didn't go on stage immediately. Instead, he turned around and, from a distance of several dozen meters, looked intently at Su An in the female soldiers' ranks.

There was no playful smile or deliberate flattery in his eyes, only something pure and undisguised—admiration, determination, and a desire to prove himself.

His lips moved slightly, and he silently uttered three words.

Su Tang understood.

He said: Look at me.

He wants to win.

He wants to defeat the "number one" that everyone looks up to on this final stage, in front of everyone.

He wanted to use this resounding victory to tell her that he was qualified to stand by her side and be her most capable assistant, not just a little follower who could only wave the flag and cheer from behind!

Then, he glanced at Qin Ye on the high platform.

A man's intuition made him feel a strange pressure. He couldn't see through the head instructor, but he could sense that the way the man looked at Su An was unusual.

This caused him to feel a bitter taste that he couldn't quite explain, but it quickly transformed into an even stronger fighting spirit.

Gao Kai withdrew his gaze, the flames in his eyes burning to their fullest extent. He turned around, took large strides, each step like the beat of a war drum, and walked steadily and powerfully towards the center of the arena.

He stood still, facing his opponent, the king of soldiers who was still standing there, seemingly lost in thought.

"Comrade Jiang Yan, come on in." Gao Kai clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice loud and clear, his expression more solemn than ever before.

This loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, finally pulled Jiang Yan's scattered thoughts back to normal.

He stood there quietly, his handsome face expressionless, his eyes calm and still.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that his gaze is somewhat unfocused, as if it seeps through the armor in front of him and drifts far away.

Bai Wei's face, distorted by madness, and the vicious truths she screamed out, played back in his mind like a series of absurd, repetitive black-and-white films.

"It was her! She drove Xiaoya to her death!"

"Wang Xiaoya is taking the blame for someone else!"

"I watched her hang herself! I couldn't save her! I wanted her dead!"

These words, like poisoned nails, were hammered into his mind, shattering the black-and-white world he had built up over the past twenty years.

He doesn't like Bai Wei.

They only knew each other since childhood because their parents lived in the same military compound.

But he never expected this.

Deception, framing, failing to help someone in distress, scapegoating...

All of this happened around him.

For a moment, his thoughts drifted back to a dusty afternoon more than ten years ago…