Amid an atmosphere of silence and solemnity, following an indistinct command to reposition the ranks, a black tide distinct from the three thousand Wolf Fang recruits stepped forward with steady strides. There were six hundred of them in total, divided into three teams. Their heavy, perfectly synchronized footsteps struck the ground one after another before they finally came to a halt before the three thousand Wolf Fang recruits.
As they watched the six hundred-man force gather behind them, the spectators outside erupted once more. Cries of astonishment rose and fell, while some shouted in delight, "Those are Wolf Fang's Third Combat Team!"
The six hundred people were divided into teams of two hundred. Their uniforms alone set them apart from the three thousand behind them. Besides the standard black combat uniforms designed for mobility, all six hundred wore additional emblems on their chests, each squad possessing a different style.
Feather Slayer bore two crossed swords, Black Radiance a curved dagger, while Divine Concealment was the most distinctive of all: a ghostly face.
Aside from the differing squad emblems on their chests, the three teams' styles were clearly unlike the stern, uniformly orderly recruits behind them.
Xu Feng stood at the very front of the Feather Slayer Squad, gripping an enormous golden spear. The other two hundred Feather Slayer members also carried large weapons. The entire squad exuded an air of restrained power, its sharp presence utterly undisguised. It was a true assault squad.
Feather Slayer's fierce reputation had long spread far and wide. Not only had residents of the Wolf Fang territory heard of them, even people from distant bases knew of Feather Slayer's might. They were, without question, Wolf Fang Regiment's strongest squad.
Standing beside them in the middle was the Divine Concealment Squad. This squad's style was so