On the third floor, Zhang Fan stood calmly, unlike other freshmen in the Assault division who were frantically setting traps. He waited patiently for the exam to begin.
"Interesting, a freshman in the Assault division," Ranhyou mused from a nearby apartment, observing Zhang Fan through a monitor. Although a teacher in the Assault division, she wasn't overseeing this exam. Her notorious reputation would intimidate any student from daring to confront her. This test included the instructors as potential targets for capture, promising an S grade for anyone who could outsmart them. Ranhyou's presence was merely whimsical; Zhang Fan, a Chinese national raised in Japan, had piqued her interest.
With a sharp alarm, the exam officially commenced. Zhang Fan, donning the bulletproof uniform of Butei High and unarmed, seemed relaxed. The uniform, made of TNK fiber, looked ordinary but offered impressive bullet resistance. However, it couldn't fully negate the impact force of larger caliber rounds.
The new students of the Assault division, despite their solid training, lacked real combat experience - hardly a match for Zhang Fan.
Aware of his surroundings, Zhang Fan moved silently through the debris-laden environment. His ability to move without a sound, honed to level V3, was akin to a ghost.
Detecting rapid breathing from a nearby room, Zhang Fan stealthily entered, finding a nervous freshman hiding in a wardrobe. Before the student could react, Zhang Fan had already caught and subdued him.
Ranhyou watched with intrigue from her monitor as Zhang Fan efficiently secured his first target, deserving at least an A grade for his observational and stealth skills. This was just the beginning; the young man was bound to surprise her even more.
In the control room, several examiners commented on Zhang Fan's prowess, marking him as someone to watch. They debated whether to add more challenges, but decided to wait and see, especially with Ranhyou's evident interest in him.
After clearing the third floor, Zhang Fan methodically incapacitated every student in the building. Within half an hour, he was the only one conscious, turning the exam into a solo performance.
"Now, it's the instructors' turn," Zhang Fan said, glancing at the surveillance camera with a sly smile. As he left the building, the examiners couldn't locate him on any screen.
Realizing the surveillance cameras were compromised, Zhang Fan infiltrated the two-story apartment where the examiners were stationed. The front door was not an option, but the roof provided an entry point.
Inside the modest two-story apartment, the examiners were unaware of Zhang Fan's approach. He skillfully used his knowledge of the cameras' blind spots to avoid detection and made his way to confront the instructors, showcasing his exceptional skills acquired from his time with Little Tear and her group.