Unconsciously, Ronan has been in the training base of the training corps for more than a month. After hard work and training day and night, he has mastered all the training subjects.

But because there are more subjects, the degree of mastery varies. The use and assembly of three-dimensional mobile equipment, swordsmanship, logistics and military tactics are relatively well mastered, especially in the use of three-dimensional machines. Thanks to his excellent body coordination, he has reached a level that even Klaus, the instructor, cannot find fault with.

However, this is only the state in training. The actual combat environment will not be so comfortable. There are many influencing factors. How to perform depends entirely on personal adaptability.

At this time, Ronan is undergoing a simulated combat assessment.

"Puff~~Puff~~Puff~~~"

With a series of puffs of air, Ronan nimbly shuttled between the trees, his eyes constantly observing the surrounding situation.

He held the black gold bamboo sword tightly in both hands, ready to deliver a fatal blow once the target appeared.

However, Klaus seemed to want to test his patience and did not release the target for a long time.

Without any slack, Ronan swiftly shuttled between the trees, listening to six directions and watching all directions. His physical energy consumption was average, but his energy was always in a tense state.

Because he knew that he only had one chance!

He was also allowed to make one shot.

After all, in actual combat, the consequence of a missed shot is death!

With high concentration, when he passed a large tree with lush needles, a huge wooden humanoid mold suddenly appeared in front of him.

Seeing that a collision was about to happen, Ronan calmly relied on the belts on his waist and legs to turn the direction. The whole person flew over the mold in the air with a soft gymnastic movement, and the reverse-gripped blade chopped at the back of its neck.

Ronan did not use his full strength, so he still retained some strength.

Even so, the sharp blade still chopped off the head of the humanoid wooden mold that served as a giant. After a successful attack, Ronan did not relax, and drove the three-dimensional machine straight into the sky.

At this moment, a giant wooden head suddenly jumped out from behind the tree on the right. Almost at the moment it appeared, Ronan relied on his own strong waist and abdominal strength to forcibly change direction in the air, pressed the trigger on the handle of the knife, and the fixator shot out and landed on the tree trunk behind the wooden head.

During the recovery, Ronan rushed forward like a gust of wind, holding the two knives in reverse with both hands, and the whole person spun like a gyroscope and passed by the wooden head.

"sniff~!"

A cold light flashed, and the head fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Ronan, who had caught the fixture and stood diagonally against the tree trunk, looked normal, without a trace of excitement, as if the perfect performance just now was not his own.

"Snap~Snap~Snap~~~"

With rounds of applause, Klaus led a group of stunned and admiring recruits out from behind a nearby tree.

"Excellent kill~" Klaus praised

"They are just wooden men who can't resist."

Ronan landed steadily, without any pride, and he had nothing to be proud of.

Every year, the recruits who graduate from the training corps have mastered the skills of chopping giants, but they are so unbearable in actual combat.

Therefore, practice is always just practice, and actual combat is the key.

Hearing this, Klaus was more and more satisfied with Ronan. Such a talented, hardworking, and humble student has never appeared before. It can be said that it is rare to see such a student in a hundred years. Even if he is not very sociable, he is still not annoying.

It's like the recruits behind him who had conflicts with Ronan before, now they are looking at him with admiration.

It's nothing, Ronan's series of actions just now are really damn handsome!

The eyes of the female recruits who looked at him even flashed with stars, and the admiration was beyond words.

Ignoring these, Ronan raised his head and stared at Klaus with an ugly smile:"Instructor, can I graduate with this level?"

As early as nearly a week ago, Ronan had already noticed the bottleneck. It was already difficult for him to improve in this training camp. Specifically, the speed of improvement had long failed to keep up with his demand for strength.

Especially when Levi no longer came, there was no one to spar with. Jonah, the strongest of the other recruits, could be dealt with with just one move. Practicing with them would be pure bullying and would be of no use to his own improvement.

Ronan, who understood this, knew that he had to leave the"Novice Village" and go to a higher level copy!

Looking at Ronan with a determined expression, Klaus had a complicated expression:"Ronan, with your current grades, you could have graduated long ago, but do you really want to do this? You are only fourteen years old. In fact, you can continue to study in the training camp for two years."

Klaus knew what it meant to promise Ronan after graduation, and he really couldn't bear to send a child to the battlefield.

The mortality rate of the Survey Corps was really too high!

Ronan felt grateful in his heart for feeling the concern in Klaus' words, but he still responded firmly:"I've thought it over, I want to join the Survey Corps, I want to go out into the world to investigate the mystery of the Titans, and I want to dedicate myself to the freedom of mankind."......Heart!"

While speaking, Ronan saluted solemnly, clenched his right fist, and hit his heart heavily!

Feeling the determination in Ronan's words, Klaus had to admit that he was touched.

He knew that he had no reason to stop this little guy, because he was not qualified to stifle Ronan's ideal of fighting for human freedom!

Taking a deep breath, Klaus responded seriously:"Ronan, I agree to your application for early graduation. As the first in this year's recruit assessment, you have the priority choice. Although I know it may be a bit redundant, I will ask you one last time, which corps do you choose to join?"

"Survey Corps~!"Ronan responded loudly without hesitation.

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