Talen's voice fell and Private Dillon shot off from the start line. He ran fifty meters sprint then climbed over a 3-meter high wall. Then again a fifty-meter sprint and this time he had to do a zig-zag run between the cones placed on the track for 10 meters. Sprint and jump over a 6-meter water pit.

The run was filled with a lot of sudden obstructions. As soon as the body gained momentum while running, this makes it difficult for people to stop suddenly. It puts more pressure on one's physique. The speed of progression would drop once the stress accumulates. Yang Dao said, "Observe, his movements."

The squad all fixed their eyes on the running private, the intense gaze sent chills down the Private. Talen did not say anything. At this moment, Yang Dao was a senior officer to the cadets. He had the right to instruct them. His command was simple. Observe him and develop an image of how to perform with your bodies in his place. Soon Private Dillon came to the firing range.

You need to deal with the targets on the move. On a table, laid some guns, off different models, the soldier used a sub-machine gun. Yang Dao spoke, "Use the one you are more familiar with. Understood?"

The squad replied crisply, "Yes."

Their voice was heard by the old man in the watchtower. It was unknown when Laohu Bai found her way behind him. At this moment she was smiling at Yang Dao's instruction. She was happy that her young master was in the lead. Soon, the soldier finished the run.

Talen said, "Cadet Donnie, you are up."

Donnie replied, "Yes, sir."

As the boy stood at the starting line he took a deep breath and Talen yelled, "Begin." Donnie ran forward in a sprint... (omitting needless, description of next 6 squad members)

...

The performance of the squad was very good till now. The girl running on the track now was called, Clara. She was slightly near-sighted, but these days, proper diet and exercise did help her improve her eyesight. She performed very well in the rest of the race but just as she was about to pick up the injured person over from the ground. She tripped and hit her chin on the ground.

The shock made her senses numb suddenly she heard a loud shout, "DON'T GIVE UP. TAKE CONTROL OF IT CLARA. FINISH THE TASK." the voice belonged to Yang Dao. She instinctively shouted, "Sir, Yes, Sir." her shout woke her up from the stupor, and then she carried the injured person with no care for the blood dripping from the scratch on her chin. She then drove the car to the hospital and walked back to the squad with a bandage on her chin.

Yang Dao smiled as he asked, "You did well."

Clara had teary eyes, but just when she was about to cry, Yang Dao said, "So what if you fell? So what if you got hurt? You stood up again, you saw your task through. You have the spirit of a soldier, that is what matters. You did a good job. Better than your past self. Come on cheer up."

The girl nodded and took her place among the squad. The squad also cheered her up. In the watchtower, the old man nodded as he said, "This kid is good. He reacted as soon as the girl tripped over the rubble. His shout brought her back from the shock. He filled in the job of the leader. He did not retort her when she came back with guilt and fear that she may have failed. His words washed over her remorseful heart. Very good, let's see if he could do something similar in his trial."

Laohu Bai just smirked as she thought in her mind, 'Humph, old bag of bones, you look down on my young master. Your mother here, eats five like you in dessert so what do you think you have against my Young Master? Just wait for your eyes to fall out, wrinkly bitch.'

She did not like this arrogant Oldman scrutinizing her young master at all. She just waited for Yang dao to run without holding anything back.

...

(Omitted the rest of the minions rushing the track.)

Instructor Talen said, "Cadet Dao, you are up."

Yang Dao took a step forward and he came to the starting line. He squatted down on the road, removed his cap placing it on the side. Now he placed both his hand on the ground distributing his weight evenly. Talen asked, "Are you ready?"

Yang Dao nodded, and Talen spat, "Begin." his thumb clicked on a stop-watch timer in tandem with his voice. The boy took off, 4 seconds to complete a 50-meter sprint, he jumped a little with his body sideways and jumped, as a spiker in volleyball. The boy flew up almost the whole wall. Then with one hand, he flung his body over the wall.

Landed on the ground with a roll, to cancel the fall impact while gaining a firm foothold on the ground. Completing the roll, just as his feet came in contact with the ground, he shot off again. Fifty meters sprint and shifting the weight on his toes weaved through the cones. His speed again increased, jumped over the water pit.

His speed and control over his body were too good. The old man in the watchtower was standing with his hands claiming the wooden railing. Laohu Bai smirked but with a soft voice spoke, "Sir, the railing is not strong enough to handle your strength."

The old man snorted and held his hands behind his back but his eyes did not part from Yang Dao who now entered the firing range. The boy picked up a handgun similar to the one he won in the gunfighting class. He held the gun with his left hand while his right hand took out a gun from the holster on his left side. He used a single-hand grip to undo the safety, load the gun, held back the gun, and shots rang out.

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM...

8 shots, 8 targets, 4 shots from one gun with every shot hitting the bull's eye. His feet did not stop. Not only the old man but even Laohu Bai herself was shocked at this performance. This boy actually performed like a machine. A machine made for war. The boy did not stop, ran over to the disaster site, checked the injured, administered first aid, carried him swiftly to the vehicle.

The car was parked in reverse. The boy started the car, drove it in reverse, made a smooth 270-degree turn, he did not let the vehicle go through the abrupt direction change shock. The whole deal was completed within 7 minutes.

The old man spoke with excitement, "I WANT HIM IN THE SPECIAL FORCES." his voice rang out through out the whole training feild.