Chapter 475 The Final Farewell was met with thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.

Li Si and his brothers who came with Gao Kai from the police force were acting like madmen, clapping their hands until they were red, wiping their eyes haphazardly with their dirty training uniform sleeves, their faces a mix of tears and laughter, looking both disheveled and proud.

"Brother Kai... well done..."

"Damn it, it was worth it! These past three months, seeing Su An beat up Bai Wei, and this one too, it was all worth it! Even if they kick me out tomorrow, I'll accept it!"

Amidst deafening applause, Jiang Yan's chest heaved violently as he slowly walked to Gao Kai, who was lying supine in the mud.

He bent down and extended his hand, which was also covered in mud and blood, to the opponent who had just nearly shattered his cheekbone with a punch.

Gao Kai was panting heavily, his chest burning with pain.

Gao Kai looked at the hand, then at Jiang Yan's face, which was covered in bruises and not much better than his own, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and laughed.

The smile tugged at his cracked lip, causing him to hiss in pain, but he didn't care. He reached out and tightly grasped Jiang Yan's hand.

Jiang Yan's arm muscles bulged, and with a sudden burst of strength, he pulled Gao Kai, who was soaking wet, out of the mud.

Two tall, imposing men, each over 1.8 meters tall, stood facing each other.

They reeked of sweat, blood, and the stench of earth; their faces were bruised, their bodies were soaked, and they looked utterly disheveled, yet they were like two mountains that had been cleansed by a storm, unbreakable.

Jiang Yan's gaze was complex. There was admiration for a worthy opponent, the exhilaration of having his fighting spirit awakened, and an indescribable gratitude.

His lips moved, his voice hoarse from exhaustion, yet it clearly reached Gao Kai's ears.

Thanks.

This "thank you" was not just a polite formality.

I thank him for pulling me out of the endless abyss, punch by punch.

Without Gao Kai's beating, Jiang Yan's inner demons would have tormented him for who knows how much longer.

Gao Kai understood.

He grinned again, revealing a set of white teeth stained with blood, his eyes clearer and more determined than ever before.

“Next time,” he said, looking into Jiang Yan’s eyes, each word clear and distinct, “I will definitely beat you.”

Jiang Yan looked at the unquenchable flame in his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then smiled.

It was in Camp Three that he laughed for the first time so genuinely, so freely, no longer with that aloof and nonchalant attitude.

"I'll wait."

Two equally proud and powerful men, under the watchful eyes of the entire audience, completed a silent reconciliation and alliance.

The applause from the audience grew even louder.

This duel has transcended the question of victory or defeat.

It was like a raging fire, igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of every trainee present.

On the high platform, Instructor Lei Kuan looked at the two figures below, their faces bruised and swollen, supporting each other, yet standing straighter than ever before. A rare hint of emotion appeared on his usually steel-like face.

He turned his head and looked at Qin Ye beside him, sincerely praising, "These two... are both top talents... one is a general who is as immovable as a mountain and as swift as thunder, and the other is a wolf cub who is unyielding and becomes stronger when faced with a strong opponent."

"He is indeed a promising talent." A rare hint of appreciation flashed in Qin Ye's eyes.

Lei Kuan took a deep breath, cleared his throat, picked up the familiar tin megaphone, and roared with all his might, "Attention! Silence!"

"Whoosh—"

The thunderous applause abruptly stopped.

Everyone instinctively straightened their backs, reflexively turning their gazes to the platform. The once vibrant and energetic parade ground instantly fell silent, so quiet that one could hear the heavy breathing of their comrades.

"The month-long intensive training and the final combat assessment have now come to an end!"

Lei Kuan's voice echoed across the entire playground through the loudspeaker, carrying a sense of relief and triumph.

it's over……

It's finally over...

This sentence was like a switch, instantly severing the tension that had been building up for a month in many people.

"call……"

Several trainees in the crowd let out a long sigh of relief, their legs buckling so badly they almost collapsed onto the muddy ground. Their comrades nearby quickly caught them.

They looked at each other and saw the relief of surviving a disaster in each other's eyes.

This month, which was like hell, this "devil week" that made you shed several layers of skin, this period of struggling on the edge of elimination every day, has finally come to an end.

Some of the more sentimental female soldiers couldn't help but sob quietly, not because of sadness, but because they had finally seen the end.

However, their ease did not last three seconds.

"Now, I announce the final results of this assessment!"

Lei Kuan paused, took a list from the guard next to him, and patted it in his hand.

This simple action instantly turned the lively atmosphere on the playground back to freezing point.

Everyone's heart jumped into their throat again.

The muscles that had just relaxed tensed up again, and the blood seemed to freeze.

This is a life-or-death moment.

"According to the rules, this assessment will be conducted using a last-place elimination system," Lei Kuan's voice turned cold and devoid of any emotion, like a sharp knife scraping across everyone's nerves.

"Those who do not rank in the top ten in the final points ranking will be directly eliminated and sent back to their original units!"

The cold words were like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.

Ten spots available.

Of the more than fifty people still standing on the playground, only ten remained!

This means that more than four-fifths of the people present will be packing their bags and leaving today, saying goodbye to this place where they have poured their blood and sweat, and which they both love and hate!

Among the crowd, some trainees who had failed the combat assessment or did not score enough points turned deathly pale within seconds. They clenched their fists uncontrollably, their nails digging deep into the soft flesh of their palms, yet they felt no pain. Their palms and backs were covered in sticky, cold sweat.

"Now, those whose names I call, step forward!" Lei Kuan's voice was devoid of any emotion.

The first name brought the entire room to a standstill.

"Wang Hu!"

The burly man nicknamed "Black Bear," who had been kicked out of bounds by Su Tang in the first round, suddenly shuddered.

The color drained from his rugged face at a visible speed.

He looked up in disbelief, his lips trembling, wanting to say something but unable to utter a single word. He thought he could at least hold on until the end because of his physique, but he never expected…

He subconsciously looked at Su An in the female soldiers' ranks.

The thin female soldier, who looked as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind, stood there calmly, as if everything on the parade ground had nothing to do with her.

There was no hatred in Wang Hu's eyes. He accepted his defeat to such a masterful opponent. All he felt was a bewildered sense of utter defeat, and... a trace of admiration that even he couldn't quite explain.

Several male soldiers next to him patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Tiger, it's alright..."

Wang Hu walked out of the line, looking dejected. His tall figure appeared somewhat hunched, and he stood alone in the center of the playground.

"Sun Ming!"

The male soldier who had been brutally wounded by Bai Wei in the second round was being supported by two comrades. Hearing his name called, he gave a bitter smile, not surprised at all.