At last, May 6 arrived, a day that had countless people itching to prove themselves.
Combat power assessments would be held from today through the 10th.
For the first three days, only officers of the same rank could challenge one another. The final two days would be reserved for general-grade officers.
Eight in the morning.
Deafening cheers surged like a tangible tsunami, washing over every corner of Army Headquarters.
It was utterly different from the solemn atmosphere during the previous three assessments—theoretical knowledge, physical fitness, and command.
The boiling fighting spirit nearly blanketed the vast RL1555 region.
The ever-cool autumn weather could not suppress such excitement at all.
Only the crimson ground beneath their feet suited the atmosphere.
The same was happening on the moon hanging high beyond the planet.
Whether at Army Headquarters or Marine Headquarters, the Justice Fortress stood at the center.
Around it were a hundred independent combat arenas, their spaces expanded with the Undetectable Extension Charm.
Their sides and ceilings were sealed off by translucent magical barriers.
They resembled crystal cubes embedded in the earth.
No.
There were even fifty dueling arenas in the sky, built atop Island Clouds.
Such arenas were quick to construct and convenient to dismantle.
Once it was over, they only needed to remove the magical barriers and disperse the Island Clouds into ordinary mist.
At that moment, every dueling arena in the sky and on the ground was simultaneously hosting bizarre and fiercely intense supernatural battles.
They were all Majors who had issued challenges and Majors who had been challenged.
Only by defeating the latter could the former qualify to challenge a Lieutenant Colonel across ranks.
A swordsman's slashes tore through the air with piercing detonations.
Blaze, frost, thunder, and Tornado, all drawn forth by natural energy, intertwined.
The muffled collisions