The drill instructors behind Sheldon Caldwell were shaking with suppressed laughter. He shot them a vicious glare, and they quickly handed him a tissue to wipe his nosebleed.
Sheldon Caldwell waved at Vera Xavier, indicating she could step down. Then he had the other instructors test the skills of the students.
These students were all top performers in their class, model students who had likely never been in a fight their entire lives. What kind of skills could you expect them to have?
A few had studied things like Tai Chi or Taekwondo, but their levels were low; they had only learned it to stay fit.
The sight was so pathetic he could barely watch. The military academy's grand competition included a combat segment, and seeing the state of these students, he couldn't help but feel utterly hopeless.
With about twenty instructors working together, they quickly got a clear picture of the students' physical fitness and fighting abilities.
