the final test

The day every high Ranking official was eagerly anticipating had arrived and everyone who was given access to the live stream tuned in.

The fifteen generals entered the training grounds as they scattered in different directions across the training center.

Zain also entered at another entrance and the test began, it was going to be a one hour test. And Zain's actions would influence his marks.

Zain moved with a purpose, his boots crunching on the forest floor as he navigated the dense foliage. He was a blur of motion, his eyes scanning his surroundings for any sign of his opponents. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows - Miguel.

Miguel smirked, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he reached into his spatial storage, a swirling vortex of energy appearing before him. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a horde of A-ranked monsters, their snarls and growls echoing through the trees. Fifty monstrous figures lunged at Zain, their claws and teeth bared.

Zain's movements were fluid and precise as he dodged and weaved through the monstrous onslaught. He narrowly avoided a swipe from a hulking beast, its razor-sharp claws tearing through the air where he had just been standing. At the same time, he deflected a blow from Miguel, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks.

The monsters pressed their attack, their relentless assault testing Zain's agility and combat prowess. But Zain was not deterred. He focused his mind, channeling his energy to unleash the King's Command. A wave of mental force radiated outwards, targeting the monsters' minds. Their eyes glazed over, their movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated as their minds were destroyed.

With the monsters neutralized, Zain turned his attention back to Miguel, their battle resuming with renewed intensity. Zain dodged and parried, his movements a symphony of grace and power. But as he evaded another blow from Miguel, a sharp pain exploded in his shoulder. He stumbled, his body sent hurtling a dozen meters away by a powerful kick.

Zain landed heavily on the ground, his combat suit absorbing the impact. Before he could regain his footing, two figures descended upon him, their attacks relentless and merciless. They used him as a makeshift football, their kicks and strikes pounding against his suit. Zain gritted his teeth, enduring the assault as he searched for an opening.

Just as Miguel was about to deliver another devastating kick, Zain seized his chance. He grabbed Miguel's leg, the force of the kick momentarily disrupted as he redirected it. With a surge of strength, he hurled Miguel towards the other figure, sending them both crashing into the ground.

Zain rose to his feet, his eyes narrowed as he recognized the second figure - Barry. The two generals glared at him, their expressions a mix of anger and frustration. They had underestimated him, but now they knew the true extent of his abilities. The battle was far from over, and Zain knew that he would have to push himself to his limits if he wanted to emerge victorious.