My Post-Apocalyptic Territory

The young man had a confident smile on his face.

What he wants is not just to defeat the puppets.

Although the assessment requires defeating the puppet to pass, he keenly noticed a key point: even if someone defeats the puppet, are the stronger and weaker individuals treated the same?

Will the awakened ones who pass through easily be treated the same as those who barely defeat the puppets?

The young man thought no, definitely not.

What he needs to do is win this round decisively and impress the higher-ups at the shelter. Perhaps then he can better understand the secrets behind the patrol members' and even the shelter's higher-ups' growing stronger.

He looked at the puppet in front of him and smiled slightly.

The battle begins.

The puppet's attack was exactly as he had predicted.

With a few easy back and forth movements, he cut a large incision into the puppet, almost severing half of its body.

The puppet charged in once again.

The expected trajectory of the charge...

The young man's eyes narrowed; this was an opportunity.

Seize this opportunity and strike decisively; he will defeat the puppet in the shortest time of all!

They will also receive the highest level of treatment.

The young man acted decisively, slashing down with his sword at the cut he had made earlier.

They were about to cut off half of the puppet's body.

The young man paused a moment later.

His right hand, which was holding the sword, was grabbed by the puppet.

He got caught...

Got it...

His eyes widened, his mind a complete blank.

Puppets can do this?

Isn't he just someone who throws punches straight at you? Why did you suddenly grab his hand?

Could this be a new tactic, or a tactic he hasn't fully figured out yet?

He could no longer think about it.

The puppet's other arm suddenly delivered a straight punch.

This is the most frequent attack of the puppet, lacking flexibility and posing no threat whatsoever.

That was what he had thought before, but now he couldn't avoid it.

The punch landed squarely on his face, seemingly denting his nose. He was then thrown into the air, spinning and flying out of the ring, where he passed out.

One of the awakened beings glanced at him; he looked rather miserable, but seemed to be alright and wouldn't die. Oh well, never mind.

Those who passed the assessment are currently very excited.

He looked frustrated because he couldn't get through it.

Those who hadn't been assessed were nervous; this young awakened one seemed to be unpopular and was quickly forgotten.

Gradually, the assessment drew to a close.

Only three people remain who have not yet participated in the assessment.

On one side was a tall and thin, short and chubby duo, and on the other side was a handsome young man.

The tall, thin eldest brother of the Ma family had a gentle expression. He patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Young man, are you going to go or not? If not, then I will."

The handsome young man who was patted on the shoulder shuddered, a little nervous, "I, I'll go."

He rushed forward.

Chen Haiping looked on with a dark expression, quickly stopped him, and pointed to the other side, "The weapon rack is over there."

The handsome young man shuddered, then quickly ran to the weapon rack. After hesitating for a while, he finally picked up a longsword.

"Come on, come on."

As the battle began, he seemed to be encouraging himself.

The puppet rushed over, its round body growing larger and larger in his field of vision.

That incredible speed, that fierce momentum, and that fist that was already gathering power, ready to be thrown at any moment.

Everything was so unparalleled...

The handsome young man was terrified, his legs trembling.

I wanted to avoid it, but my body wouldn't obey me.

Finally, he seemed to have mustered his courage, and as the puppet's fist swung out, he gripped his longsword tightly with both hands and swung it out heavily as well.

then,

The puppet's fist struck the sword, deflecting it, and then slammed into the handsome young man's chest.

Click...

With a crisp cracking sound, the handsome young man flew backward.

The puppet had been gathering its strength for this punch.

Although the handsome young man did not faint, he was in an even more miserable state than the previous youth.

A fractured sternum and blood coughing up from the corner of the mouth.

"Tsk, that's a bit pathetic."

"They're still overestimating themselves."

"Although awakened beings have strong vitality and cannot die, they will probably have to lie down for a while to recover. Sigh."

Some people watched coldly, some shook their heads, and some felt sorry for them.

The handsome young man's face was ashen; he bit his lip tightly, trying hard not to groan in pain.

It seemed as if he was secretly annoyed by his own incompetence, or perhaps worried about the future.

suddenly,

A ray of light shone down from above, and the handsome young man felt a warm sensation all over his body.

The pain gradually subsided, and my chest felt a little itchy, as if the wound was healing quickly.

Not far away, the Awakened Ones' expressions turned to astonishment.

"What is that?"

He pointed to the handsome young man, who was now enveloped in a pale yellow light, and whose somewhat sunken chest was visibly recovering.

"His injuries are healing! Could this be...?"

Someone realized what was happening and exclaimed in surprise.

The man's gaze swept quickly across the surrounding crowd, and soon landed on Winnie in the distance, or rather, on her hand.

Winnie clasped her hands together, and a hazy light emanated from them. The color of that light was exactly the same as the light surrounding the handsome young man.

"My God, this really is healing! It's from an Awakened being with legendary healing abilities!"

The awakened ones quickly looked over.

Winnie, who was casting a spell, was solemn and holy, her long, light golden hair flowing freely without any wind.

The handsome young man looked up.

In his pupils, Winnie's image was reflected, like that of the most sacred angel.

His face flushed red, and he fell into a daze.

Off the field, in a certain peripheral area.

The young awakened individual, who had been punched in the face by the puppet and was already dazed, was now waking up and wincing in pain.

He opened his eyes groggily and saw the injured, handsome young man whose injuries were rapidly healing under a burst of light.

He looked at himself again; his face was so swollen he didn't even know how badly it was swollen, yet no one paid him any attention.

A mouthful of blood welled up in his chest, and he fainted again.

In the end, only the Iron Hammer brothers remained who had not yet been assessed.

After twenty battles, the other awakened individuals had lost their initial enthusiasm.

Those who fail the assessment either stay at the scene seeking comfort, or they quietly leave.

Those who successfully passed the awakening process also wanted to finish as soon as possible so they could officially join the patrol team.

They can't wait.

Then the tall, thin Iron Hammer leader stepped forward and suddenly said, "Captain Luo, I want to challenge you."

Ma Jiafeng's expression was serious, not like he was joking.

The awakened ones watching from the sidelines were somewhat taken aback.

"Is this guy insane? He actually dares to challenge Captain Luo!"

However, some people didn't find it strange. "Didn't you recognize them? Those two are the Iron Hammer Brothers, very powerful Awakened Ones."

"So it's the Iron Hammer brothers. No wonder. It's said that both of them have the strength of the third level of awakening, which is stronger than many shelter directors."

"Not only that, it is said that the two of them are also battle maniacs who love to challenge strong opponents. They once challenged a powerful shelter director, so it's no wonder they want to challenge Captain Luo."

"So what was the result?" someone asked curiously.

"As a result..." The Awakened One who spoke shook his head, "the shelter director avoided the fight, and in the end, nothing came of it."

Those awakened who overheard this were disappointed.

By avoiding battle, while it can't be said that the shelter director would lose if a real fight broke out, it does show that the director was wary.

If they could easily defeat the Hammer Brothers, would they still avoid a fight?

Obviously not.

So, Captain Luo, will you accept this challenge?

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