"Next up, Group Two. Wang Qi, Zhou Yun..." Fan Jian read the names aloud.
The ten members of the second group stepped forward and entered the simulation pods.
An hour later, the virtual assessment was over. Of the more than fifty participants, fewer than thirty remained. Those who passed were ecstatic, while the eliminated were crestfallen, leaving in silence.
The atmosphere on the training grounds grew increasingly heavy.
Fan Jian's gaze swept over everyone, his tone icy.
"The virtual assessment was just an appetizer to test your baseline."
"The upcoming live-aircraft assessment is the main event. Only the best will survive."
His voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone present tense up.
"I don't care who you are or what your background is. The Sharp Sword Society will only be recruiting five people this time."
That single sentence extinguished all the joy that had just blossomed.
