What a Disaster [2/2]

Carrying 250 kilograms of weights, they sprinted around the Marine Headquarters fortress.

The test was indeed brutally demanding on their stamina. Based on previous years, most elite Marines taking the graduation assessment could only last two or three laps.

Even the standouts among them managed no more than six or seven.

The crowd of spectators kept growing. Watching Noah race past and disappear in an instant, they were amazed, but also a little worried for him.

"Hey, is he going to be okay? Running that fast right from the start?"

"Seems unnecessary. This is an endurance test, not a race. Burning through his stamina like that will really put him at a disadvantage..."

The murmurs continued for a while, then quickly faded.

The onlookers began to notice that, as the lap count rose, more and more graduates ran out of stamina and dropped out. Noah alone remained full of energy, his feet flying without the slightest sign of slowing.

Six laps, seven, eight... Before long, Noah's lap count reached double digits, easily breaking the Elite Training Camp's graduation assessment record.

He truly lived up to his reputation as the monster known as "the strongest recruit in history."

The spectators marveled, but failed to notice the changing condition of the unlucky fellows running alongside Noah.

"Hey, Noah!"

The bushy-bearded instructor who had led the complaints to Zephyr earlier was one of those unlucky fellows. Trailing behind Noah and watching the gap widen, he finally couldn't help calling out, "Your... your pace! This is an endurance test! Watch your pace!"

"Huh?"

Noah turned to give him a surprised look. "Seriously, sir? I've already lapped several groups, and you still think I'm too slow?"

Lapped, my ass!

The bushy-bearded instructor bristled and glared at him, furious. "Who said you were too slow?