Alan's enthusiasm soared as he discovered that each of his companions remained devoted to their training, even as the imminent second round of the ga approached.
Eager to witness their progress, he made his way toward the outdoor shooting range, where the familiar sound of gunshots punctuated the air. There, he observed Vicky diligently applying the sa trick Alan did at the training mission. With her expert level [Small Firearm] skill, she executed his thod perfectly, resulting in outstanding scores during the first two shooting tests.
Vicky's expertise shone even brighter in the stress test. Through quick adaptation and practice, she familiarized herself with the rugged terrain, leveraging her handgun to secure a score that earned her a well-deserved Rank B reward.
[Rank 438 - Victoria Collins]
Despite her labored breath and the sheen of sweat on her forehead, Vicky's triumphant smile radiated a charm that garnered applause from fellow players. Erging from the shooting range, she spotted Alan and hastened to his side. "Alan, finally B rank!! I told you I can do it!" Her voice carried a blend of accomplishnt and pride.
Amid the cheers of their peers, Alan reciprocated her smile and extended his genuine congratulations. "That's amazing, Vicky."
The joy on Vicky's face expanded at Alan's words, and her pride was palpable as she basked in the recognition. "Have you seen the others!?"
Intrigued, Alan allowed Vicky to guide him toward the close combat training area while she shared updates about their companions' performances.
In the realm of long-range missions, both Milo and Daniel demonstrated their prowess by achieving Rank B status. Despite not excelling in shooting accuracy, Milo's robust physique and exceptional endurance translated into impressive scores during the stress tests. On the other hand, Daniel's agility and his unusual [Athletics] skill allowed him to excel in speed-based challenges, securing an excellent ti score.
Before Vicky could provide further updates, they transitioned to the lee combat arena, and Alan's excitent intensified.
There, he witnessed a transformation in his student Daniel's approach to combat. No longer wielding his familiar spear, Daniel had adopted a new strategy, wielding two small axes as his weapons of choice.
The sight of Daniel confidently handling the axes in close combat captivated Alan's attention.
It was a testant to Daniel's growth and adaptability that he had overco his previous apprehensions about short-range combat. Other than just using the axes for parrying and attacking, Daniel had harnessed their potential by incorporating throwing techniques into his strategy.
His proficiency was evident as he skillfully hurled the axes at opponents, capitalizing on his agility and his understanding of movent from his days in football gas, he would aggressively charge toward his target pick up the thrown axe and fight once more. The result was a remarkably high-Rank B score.
Overwheld with satisfaction, Alan's admiration for Daniel's progress was undeniable. He couldn't help but reminisce about Daniel's hesitations and challenges in embracing close combat styles in his previous lives.
"Mr. D, did you see that? Did you see that?!!" Daniel's excitent reverberated through his words, his elation contagious.
Alan's response was swift and brimming with pride. "Yes, well done, Daniel!"
The culmination of their efforts had led both Daniel and Vicky to successfully attain Rank B in both the long-range and close combat tests. Their hard work and determination had paid off, and the accomplishnt was evident in their faces illuminated with satisfaction.
anwhile, the imposing figure of Milo, the Italian boxer, commanded attention as he engaged in intense hand-to-hand combat and showcased his wrestling skills against the level 6 opponents. Alan, along with others, watched Milo's swift and powerful movents, which allowed him to triumph over all adversaries at that level before choosing to conclude the sparring session.
[Rank 25 - Milo Tagliano]
His high rank in the tests granted him the honor of being invited to the military command center, an experience reminiscent of Alan's own.
It only took him minutes inside and he return with a direct answer without being asked. "No i am not joining the military, never suits ," he said.
On the other hand, he showed the group a new item in his possession - [tal gloves]. This equipnt not only bolstered his lee attack power but also provided him with protective armguards that offered defensive capabilities. It was a fortuitous reward, considering its potential to enhance Milo's combat prowess when facing opponents wielding weapons.
Their camaraderie and shared successes were apparent as the trio exchanged proud smiles, eagerly anticipating Alan's promise to include them in his party for the upcoming Apocalypse ga round.
Seeing their determination, Alan has no reason to reject them. He was more than prepared to accept their request to join him. However, just as he was about to address their aspirations, a figure approached from behind. It was Luis, the xican player, his deanor grave as he expressed his disappointnt. His scores hadn't t the desired level of achievent, placing him at the bottom of Rank C in both the long-range and close combat categories. His initial inclination was to withdraw from the team, deeming himself unworthy.
In a decisive mont, Alan intervened, quelling Luis's self-doubt with reassuring words. "Don't worry, Luis. I could use your help with sothing else."
The xican man's response was marked by gratitude, his gratitude expressed in his native tongue. "Gracias, Se?or Alan, gracias!" The camaraderie and mutual respect within the group were palpable, as they acknowledged the formation of an official team, united by their shared purpose and commitnt to survival.
Simultaneously, the digital display revealed that only an hour remained until the comncent of the second round. The non-playable characters (NPCs) had ceased admitting players into the training missions, a clear sign that preparations were reaching their climax. The final scores of the participants had also been tallied, painting a vivid picture of the competition's outco.
The statistics were unveiled:
[Close combat training missions]
[Number of players participating: 3821]
[A rank - 38]
[B rank - 675]
[C rank - 2451]
[Long-range training mission]
[Number of players participating: 4148]
[A rank - 67]
[B rank - 832]
[C rank - 2671]
These figures hinted at a significant achievent – Alan's companions had securely positioned themselves within the top 30% of the surviving participants. Considering the formidable presence of over 30 veterans and a thousand soldier-rcenary combinations among the players, their accomplishnt was unquestionably impressive.
Alan couldn't ignore the truth that even though his assistance in the first round had provided the crucial XP boost, their current success was a testant to their unwavering determination and relentless effort.
He looked over the figure one more ti and tried to familiarize himself with the na of all top A-rank players. To his surprise, a na he wasn't familiar with caught his attention as it occupied a remarkably high rank.
As he pondered the unexpected ranking, a new na surfaced on the leaderboard of the long-range weapon test. This sudden appearance intrigued him, and he shifted his gaze to the range weapon test section.
[Rank 20 - Rose]
"Rose!?" Alan's brow arched in surprise. The na stood out due to its simplicity – single-word usernas were unusual within the ga. This realization stirred his mory; he was certain he had never co across such a na in his previous life.
This finding also indicated that Rose was likely a novice player like himself. Intrigued, Alan's attention shifted to the shooting range just outside the window, where he hoped to spot the mysterious female. He observed an athletic figure, cloaked in a baseball cap and dark glasses, embodying an air of mystery.
An irrepressible smile tugged at Alan's lips. The idea that his inadvertent involvent might have played a role in saving skilled players like Rose kindled a sense of gratification within him.
However, his musings were abruptly interrupted by the authoritative voice of Sergeant Dylan O'Connor resonating through the air. The sergeant called all participants to assemble at the Port town plaza – a gathering ant to provide a final briefing before the comncent of the second round.
As Alan moved toward the designated eting point, the countdown displayed on his ga interface showed that there were now only 50 minutes left until the beginning of the next phase of the ga.
"Let's hurry, we need to discuss our plan together," Alans said to the group.
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