Holy crap, is that even possible? Both Angelina and Zi Mou were taken aback! Grand's gaze expressed a similar sense of astonishment... Feng Yi's speed in assembling the gun was far beyond everyone's expectations, even a gun king couldn't do better.

Then, Feng Yi started to squeeze the trigger of the pistol in rapid succession, rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat... With the erratically moving target, ten bullets were shot out in one go. Only two shots missed the mark resulting in a final score of 96, an unexpected outcome.

Feng Yi sighed, "This is probably the extent of my shooting skills."

Are you freaking kidding me? Without adjusting the accuracy of the sight under continuous fire, considering factors as trivial as recoil, predicting target movement, and controlling body movements, shooting a perfect 100 is impossible. If this isn't enough, others might just die.

Not having the luxury of time to ponder, Angelina and Zi Mou each took their turns. Angelina finished assembling her gun slightly faster, taking 12.5 seconds while Zi Mou took 14. This was already a level unreachable for ordinary troops, but they were still significantly slower than Feng Yi. Time is life, and even a split second can determine life or death on a battlefield.

Rat-a-tat... rat-a-tat... Angelina's shooting was a lot more frequent, but she didn't dare to shoot continuously like Feng Yi. Instead, she fired one shot at a time, achieving a final score of 99.

Zi Mou was slower than Angelina, but her shots were steadier, and she got a perfect score of 100, which finally put her mind at ease. She was the slowest in terms of speed, and had her accuracy faltered, she would have felt utterly humiliated.

Angelina beat Zi Mou by around 10 seconds, and the final scores were tied. Although Feng Yi also beat Angelina by nearly 20 seconds, his score lagged behind by too much, ultimately leading to his elimination by the system.

"I lost." Feng Yi conceded.

It was obvious to everyone—if he hadn't fired continuously, if he had adjusted his sight just a little, he could have easily scored 100. Despite Feng Yi's loss, there was no sign of joy on Angelina and Zi Mou's faces.

Zi Mou began to wonder, could he really be an all-rounder?

After the test, several people successively came to the Gravity Room, the Combat Cabin, and various other training rooms for further assessment of Feng Yi's abilities. As expected, although Feng Yi's performance in Mecha combat was mediocre, his level of skill as an advanced mechanic was impressive enough to lift heads.

In fact, Feng Yi still had a lot of skills up his sleeve. He was not a rookie and would not lay all his cards on the table. This display of just the right level of strength would not only garner the attention of the school authorities but also cleverly highlight his special skills without attracting 'extra' attention from those above. Why not?

Even as the day grew dark, Grand remained eager and always cheerful, "How did the young man develop to this level?"

"Well... it's a long story, but you could say I've learned some tricks."

Feng Yi didn't elaborate further. Granted, an individual's talent is important, but hard work is the real cornerstone of growth. Combat and survival took up a large portion of his life. Back then, his body hadn't fully grown yet; it's not like he could just train whenever he wanted. If anyone wanted to reach his level, it would definitely be a challenge. In short, Feng Yi believes as long as the will is there, even a blunt tool can become sharp.

Weirbo's small eyes kept darting around... If they put Feng Yi in an instructor's position, wouldn't his training be more effective than those simple-minded soldiers?

Feng Yi has already demonstrated his extraordinary military acumen. Those who make it out alive from Colonial Planet 103 are either refugees or highly experienced and proficient elite soldiers. Even though he's young, this has nothing to do with age.

His upbringing and combat experience fully qualify him to be an instructor. If he was able to transform himself into a fierce beast, then Feng Yi can also use this method to train other elite soldiers.

Weirbo didn't want to see Wind Thunder's gradual decline, but as an old man, an elder, he also didn't want to hear the news of those lively faces falling on the battlefield after leaving Wind Thunder.

"Feng Yi, you are wasted if you don't become an instructor. Do you want to give it a try?"

"I have absolutely no experience in that area."

"You may find it interesting, and you will gain experience...as the president, I officially announce that you are now a trainee of the Mecha Department and acting instructor, just like her." The dean gestured at Zi Mou. Although the names acting teacher and acting instructor are different, they essentially lead to the same path.

"Um..."

Feng Yi thought for a moment, not about the damn Mecha, but about the sudden and challenging position that he needed time to digest. He wasn't sure if his survival skills would apply to others, but didn't he admire those brave soldiers who fought fearlessly on the battlefield?

The high sense of duty of these soldiers was reason enough for him to not refuse. He was not against imparting his military skills to every soldier, "If it's just a trial, I'm willing."

The faces of both Angelina and Zi Mou changed, how could a student who has only been here for two days be promoted to acting instructor?

"Mr. President, are you serious? I suggest this be given more thought."

"Hmph, I am not senile. He is smart, determined, and even stronger than you two."

"Heh, I think it's quite interesting."

Grand stumbled, positioning Feng Yi as an instructor is way below his abilities. "What are you doing? Being an instructor is a crap position that will only delay his development...Feng Yi, you should consider going to the Solar System to study Mecha with me. In three years, no, just two years, I can make you a Red Cloak."

"Nonsense! Mobile soldiers are nothing more than cannon fodder on the frontline. You, you just wish he would die sooner, don't you? A young man needs to plan for the long term, and becoming an instructor is the way to pave that road. When he gets promoted... trust me." The old dean began with an earnest tone, but then his words took a different turn.

"Bah! Your pernicious rhetoric is enough to get you executed."

The two started arguing again, one was passionate about the future battlefield and the other preached bureaucracy, the rhetoric was infuriating.

"I can study Mecha and be an acting instructor at the same time." Feng Yi glanced at Grand, in gratitude but his path did not require any direction. Feng Yi had to find his own way, following others would only restrict him and narrow his possibilities, which was not his style at all.

Grand was stunned, but then broke into a smile, for he saw in Feng Yi's eyes a world even more exciting than he had imagined.

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