"The second test is quite simple. It assesses your shooting abilities, particularly with pistols and rifles, which must be highly accurate. Among the 50 of you, I believe most have military experience, and only a small number of you were recommended to take part. This basic shooting skill is an essential attribute for any special agent."

"I will give each of you ten bullets for both the pistol and the rifle and will record your performance. The top 32 will advance, and the rest will be eliminated!"

Each participant was given a rifle and a pistol along with ammunition. Following this, Instructor Zhang Chu gave the command, "Start shooting, one by one!"

Lin Feng stood last in line, contemplating how he should perform. It wasn't that his shooting skills were poor. On the contrary, his shooting was exceptional, especially from long range, where he consistently achieved an extraordinarily high level of accuracy. Close-range shooting presented hardly any challenge to him.

What Lin Feng was thinking about, however, was that he did not want to stand out too much within this team. The saying goes, 'the bird that sticks its head out gets shot.' If he shone too brightly, he would undoubtedly draw attention from the instructor and his peers. If this happened, and people investigated his background thoroughly, or his peers continually challenged him, it would be a disaster for him.

His purpose in participating in the 'Falcon Project' was twofold: to answer his father's call and to improve his physical condition. His goal was to reach the fourth level of the Inner Strength realm by the time the 'Falcon Project' training concluded. This would coincide with the start of his university studies.

At that stage, anyone bereft of Inner Strength would merely be a lamb to the slaughter before him.

Therefore, after much thinking, Lin Feng decided it was best to keep a low profile.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Lin Feng fired continuously. Ten shots with the pistol and ten shots with the rifle. He intentionally missed two shots and fired very casually, resulting in an overall rank of 16th. Although his performance appeared average, he still successfully advanced to the next round.

"Damn it, Huang Yixiang is so impressive! He ranked third in the first round's long-distance race. In this shooting round, he completely dominated and easily secured first place. Regardless of what the next round tests, he surely won't be eliminated."

"Indeed. I heard that Huang Yixiang and Su Xuebing were previously special forces soldiers. These basic tests pose no challenge for them."

Upon hearing the hushed chatter of two people next to him, Lin Feng couldn't help but glance at two young men in their twenties standing in the middle of the group. One of them, a square-faced young man with yellow skin, nearly six feet tall, was the Huang Yixiang they were discussing.

This man was formerly in the special forces. He had a sturdy build and an oily, yellowish complexion. A superficial glance was enough for Lin Feng to tell he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

"The second round of testing is over. First place, Huang Yixiang. Second place, Su Xuebing. Third place, Ye Lin... Congratulations to all whose names were called; you have advanced. Those whose names were not called, you are eliminated!"

After the names had been read, Instructor Zhang Chu said, "I believe you all understand why we chose 32 people. The next round will be a physical combat assessment. For the 'Falcon Project,' we will ultimately select 20 people. Therefore, you will all draw lots and strive to defeat your adversary. Congratulations to those who win a match; you will certainly remain. After the first round, 16 people will pass. The remaining four spots will be filled by those selected from the defeated combatants, who will fight amongst themselves until the top four emerge."

"Has everyone understood?"

"We have understood!"

"Very well, follow me to the combat arena!"

Everyone followed Instructor Zhang Chu to an open space within the training base. Four smaller areas had been marked out, apparently for the combat assessments. An instructor stood by each area, presumably to act as a referee.

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention that those selected for the 'Falcon Project' will be divided into five groups in total, each group composed of four people. After consulting with the higher-ups, it was decided that an elite group should be selected from these five. This group would receive focused training."

"Therefore, for this round, everyone should give it their all. The top four in combat will directly become members of the elite Falcon 1 Group!" Instructor Zhang Chu announced.

"Now, please draw lots." An assistant then handed Instructor Zhang Chu a box. It contained lots, with two for each number from 1 to 16. Participants who drew the same number would face each other.

Everyone drew their lots, and Lin Feng pulled number 7. Like everyone else, he started looking for his opponent. It didn't take long before a man also holding number 7 approached Lin Feng. "You're number 7."

Before him stood a tall man, around twenty-four or twenty-five, who eyed Lin Feng with a haughty expression.

"No, I'm Lin Feng," Lin Feng replied.

"My name is Sun Lei. Heh, what did you do before this?" the man asked Lin Feng disdainfully.

"I was a high school student. Just graduated," Lin Feng answered truthfully.

"I used to be a Sanda instructor. Kid, I suggest you give up. There's no need for us to compete; I don't want to bully a child. If I accidentally hurt you, I'd feel guilty," Sun Lei said, casting a quick glance at Lin Feng.

"Oh, is that so?" Sun Lei's arrogant tone irked Lin Feng. A Sanda instructor, and he's *this* arrogant?

"You don't believe me? Truth be told, I'm a former national Sanda champion. Professionals can't last three moves against me, let alone a kid like you. Kid, I asked Instructor Zhang Chu; it's possible to forfeit. Go register your withdrawal with him now," Sun Lei continued.

"You're that confident? Sun Lei, I think the one who should be withdrawing is you!" Unmoved, Lin Feng replied with a calm smile.

"So you won't take good advice!"

At Lin Feng's words, Sun Lei's face immediately darkened. His slightly friendly expression vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness. "Don't listen to good advice, and you'll pay the price! I've said my piece. If you insist on being stubborn, I won't show any mercy on stage! If I cripple an arm or a leg, you'll only have yourself to blame!"

Lin Feng smiled faintly, his expression also hardening. "We'll see who's sorry on the stage! It's too early to say who'll end up crippled!"

HUMPH!

Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, Sun Lei's face grew increasingly dark. He stared at Lin Feng with hostility before storming off with a dismissive wave of his hand. His arrogant swagger clearly showed he held Lin Feng in utter contempt.

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