Night descended. Xiao Yu had already fallen asleep, though Xia Fei was still tossing and turning in his bed, unable to do the same.
Wearing his combat suit, Xia Fei pushed open the door and headed out, wanting to familiarize himself with the environment around the assessment venue.
There were quite a number of candidates out in the clearing beyond the spaceships, and these people were all huddled up in groups of two or three chatting with each other, or just sparring with one another.
The next day was the day of the assessment, and it seemed like Xia Fei was not the only one who had trouble falling asleep.
Xia Fei ran 100km in a single breath with his feet flying, arriving upon an earthy mound that looked relatively quieter than anywhere else, as there was hardly anyone around.
Getting into stance, Xia Fei practiced his Crafty Thrust twice under the moonlight, when he suddenly heard a loud bout of music from the foothills not too far away.