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After half a day, there were more than 80 people in the close combat training ground, divided into 16 groups. Among them, three groups had six people each, 13 groups passed the test, and only one or two people in each of the other three groups managed to injure Asti.

"Ah yeah~" Bertrand stood up, looked at the eleven members who were lying on the ground looking terrified, and smiled brightly with his hands behind his back. "You didn't hurt Asti? That's a pity. Can you still stand up? There's still a chance."

"Even Chianti and Cohen, the main snipers, did it, but you can't?"

Bertrand gently kicked one of the men in the waist with his toe. His fair face was filled with sorrow, but then his brows furrowed and turned into a mocking and wicked expression. "You guys are really useless."

"You have five more seconds. If you can stand up, you'll get another chance!"

Bertrand laughed happily and held up five fingers, bending one finger for each number he said, "Five~"

"Four~"

The atmosphere in the training ground was extremely oppressive, except for the silver-haired, green-eyed boy in the center who was smiling.

"Three~"

Two of the members, trembling, exchanged a glance and, despite their injuries, forced themselves to stand up.

"Two~"

Bertrand glanced at the two of them, then grinned as he looked at the other nine people lying on the ground and counted down.

"one."

"Well, it's decided then." Bertrand waved his hand nonchalantly, looked at the two members who had stood up, and patted them on the shoulder with a look of satisfaction. "I'll give you some time to rest."

"As for the others, I mean what I say, they can all be made into dolls."

The silver-haired boy skipped around and returned to Gin's side, looking back with a sinister smile on his face. "I'll leave it to Afra and Akemi-neechan."

"Okay, Xiaoye."

As if they were everywhere, the two Afra puppets appeared lightly beside the nine members, smiled gently at Bertrand, and then knocked the members unconscious without hesitation. Under everyone's gaze, they calmly carried the group away, five people at a time and four at a time.

About half an hour later, Bertrand clasped his hands together and looked expectantly at the two remaining seedlings in the center of the training field. "Alright, you two, good luck!"

Instantly, everyone's attention fell on the two people and Asti.

The two members: "..."

It would have been better if the garlic had died.

Asti stretched his limbs, walked up to them, and gestured for them to make the first move.

Bertrand clasped his hands together in fists, his light green eyes sparkling. "Astie is so beautiful~"

Bei: ...I almost broke my own defenses.

Gin: "..."

Something seems off.

In the final match, thanks to the two players' perseverance, they actually managed to defeat Asti.

Asti flicked her wrist, elegantly adjusted her gloves and cloak, and said in an icy tone, "Pass."

"Mission accomplished."

"Wow, congratulations!" Bertrand clapped his hands as he walked over, looking at the two exhausted people sprawled on the ground. His smile was pure and radiant. "You two are amazing! Here's a day off for you to get some rest~"

Upon hearing this, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, then rolled their eyes and fainted from exhaustion.

Taking advantage of being hidden by the hood, Behringer silently and elegantly rolled his eyes.