This time, it wasn't Ling Chengyan and the others who went out but representatives from various participating units were sent over to join, observe, stabilize the situation, and of course, take the non-selected soldiers back after it ends.
When the candidates lined up in front of these people again, everyone clearly felt the change in their demeanor, huge and obvious.
Whether or not they had been on the front lines, at most they exuded a fierce aura, like a knife that only appeared sharp but had not yet reached its full potential—becoming sharp enough to sever hair with a blow.
Ling Chengyan and his team were like whetstones. After a month of honing, these knives became sharper, gleaming with a menacing cold, with a look that was hard to stare straight at.
The judges came to observe whispered among themselves, expressing their surprise and unspoken admiration.
