Wade was strong, incredibly strong, and Louis knew it from the start. In combat training, Wade always ranked first, leaving everyone else far behind. CP uses a rating system based on what is called Dorica. And according to this system, Wade was far ahead of everyone else - his strength had long since exceeded the thousand mark, which was simply a frightening number.
In comparison, a normal sentry in full armor only has a strength of ten units. Wade was a hundred times stronger, and in theory, his abilities allow him to deal with a thousand, and perhaps even ten thousand opponents if he had the stamina.
Wade's strength was more than twice that of the second strongest person in the training camp. It was no surprise that he was accepted into CP0, an organization that stood at the top of the CP hierarchy. And despite the surprise of those gathered, no one was truly shocked by this fact.
Louis wasn't dissatisfied with Wade at all. Even if Wade wasn't that strong, he still wouldn't have gone against his friend. The one Louis was really dissatisfied with was a completely different person.
This man is Frank, the second strongest in the training camp. In the last test, his strength was 590, which was an extremely impressive result. In comparison, in twenty years, Karlifa, a member of CP9, will only have a strength of 630. Therefore, Frank, despite not having mastered all the CP techniques, already met the requirements to join the CP9.
It was Frank whom Louis challenged. Yes, Louis's strength reached 480 units, which was a hundred lower than Frank's. In addition, Louis was only twelve years old, while Frank was eighteen. The difference in age and physical development was obvious.
Frank had already completed the process of growing up, while Louis' body was just beginning to develop. But even this did not break his spirit. A gap of a hundred units of strength could not become an obstacle for him, because physical strength is not everything that decides in life.
"Louis!" The instructor's voice was full of irritation. Even though the CP and the Marines were different organizations, both required strict discipline. And Louis, who had just openly expressed his displeasure, had irritated the instructor.
"What are you unhappy about?" the instructor asked demandingly.
"Them," Louis replied, pointing at Frank.
He knew his insolence wouldn't sit well with the instructor, but he had no choice. He wasn't going to stay in CP8 and waste his days as a petty spy on the side. His target was CP9. Besides, the more he learned about this world, the more he became convinced that he needed to climb the ladder of power to control his destiny.
"I think I deserve more than Frank," Louis said confidently, "I'm stronger than him."
Frank, who was barely suppressing a malicious grin, quickly realized that Louis was in trouble. From the instructor's point of view, such behavior required a harsh response, and Frank was sure that Louis was about to learn a lesson.
"Are you questioning my choice?" The instructor calmly closed the folder with documents and put it under his arm, approaching Louis: "Do you think that you know better than me , do you think you deserve to be in CP9?"
At that moment, Frank thought that Louis had signed his own death warrant.
"No, sir," Louis replied firmly, "I just feel confident that I can be of more use to the government than he can."
The instructor grinned as he looked at the cheeky boy.
"The strong go forward while the weak are left behind," Louis added: "That's the whole point of this world."
"Yes, that's right," the instructor looked at him with interest: "You surprised me, boy."
The instructor knew that Louis was talented, and his talent was not inferior even to Wade. Despite his young age, he was one of the best in the training camp. However, Louis was still too young. And CP8 would have given him time to grow and develop. But now the instructor saw that Louis was too ambitious and wanted to get everything at once.
"I want to challenge him!" Louis said loudly, pointing at Frank. "Whoever wins will take a place in CP9!"
The instructor sighed.
"You do realize you're heading to your death, right?" he said, then suddenly kicked Louis in the chest.
The blow was so powerful that Louis felt like he had been hit by a train. He was thrown back several meters like a doll, before he even had time to realize what had happened. As the head of the South Blue training camp, their instructor had tremendous strength.
"Huh?" the instructor looked slightly surprised, and then his lips curved into a smile, "That's interesting."
"Instructor!" At that moment, Dylan almost ran forward, but he was stopped by Wade's hand, who was standing next to him and holding him by the shoulder.
Dylan turned his head, looking at his friend.
"Take your time," Wade said calmly, a smile on his face.
"It hurts..." Louis left deep furrows in the ground, but despite this, he still stood in place, although his chest was simply burning with pain. It was thanks to the Tekkai technique that he was able to withstand the instructor's blow, and this attack was unable to penetrate his defense.
"Are you giving up now?" the instructor asked with a grin.
"No," Louis answered loudly, straightening his shoulders and standing up straight.
Frank, who was standing nearby, almost laughed at this answer, thinking: "This guy seems to be looking for death - he already got it, and still refuses to back down."
"Really?" the instructor's gaze expressed his arrogance: "And what do you want to do?"
"I want to challenge Frank!" Louis answered bluntly, "The winner will take a place in CP9, and the loser will step back."
"Louis!" Frank growled, his voice full of anger.
Now he didn't want to laugh. Louis, with his measly five hundred units of strength, this twelve-year-old boy, dared to challenge him! Frank felt humiliated, as if looking at Wade, who was his superior in everything was not enough. And now Louis showed that he didn't consider him worthy either.
"Ho-ho," said the instructor, "Your courage is impressive. Well, let's end this graduation day with something interesting."
He then turned to Frank, "This boy thinks you're not worthy of being in CP9. Will you accept his challenge?"
"With pleasure," Frank grinned, showing two rows of snow-white teeth.
At this moment, he didn't even look at Louis, but cast a challenging look at Wade. Although the gap in strength between him and Wade was obvious, Frank had no intention of admitting defeat. Everyone who went to sea was determined, and even if he couldn't defeat Wade, then defeating his friend would be something good.
"So, we have an agreement," the instructor smiled mysteriously and looked at Louis: "The place in CP9 will be decided based on the results of the battle between Louis and Frank."
"Excellent," Louis nodded with satisfaction. He knew he had to get into CP9 at all costs.
"Excellent," Frank was completely confident in his victory. He was twenty percent stronger than Louis, and he knew that in a fight like this, that was an undeniable advantage.
As Louis passed by Wade, he whispered to him, "Just don't kill him."
"Of course," Louis replied calmly. He was just going to show this fool that not everything is decided by dorriki.