Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 510: Chapter 510
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The others refused to fall behind. Here, no one dared disobey orders unless they wanted to get kicked out.
As everyone broke into a run, Ryan jumped into the jeep and took the lead, driving ahead to set the pace for the group.
Adding insult to injury, the dog was perched atop the jeep, looking as if it owned the world.
"Since when did we start getting treated worse than a dog?"
"Holy hell. Should've never signed up for this goddamn training."
"Cut the chatter and move out. Who knows what's coming next?"
The trainees chatted as they ran, exchanging complaints under their breath.
Suddenly, the dog atop the jeep barked sharply, drawing Ryan's attention.
He grabbed the megaphone and roared, "You worthless scum, since you all have the energy to chat, I guess this test is way too easy for you. Fine, let's add another 6 miles to your run."
The threat worked. Everyone instantly fell silent, not daring to make a sound. The trainees who had been talking instantly regretted their words, cursing themselves for not keeping quiet.
Just a few words, and the punishment got worse—bet everyone's cursing those loudmouths now.
During the run, Zoe and Shawn stayed side by side, perfectly in sync the whole way.
Moving at a steady, synchronized pace, Zoe and Shawn advanced side by side, perfectly in step.
Some of the other trainees had surged ahead, while others lagged behind.
Apparently, the two Clusians went unnoticed by the others. But trouble soon came knocking.
"Hey? So you're the big shot who won the International Elite Competition?" a guy called out. "You may be something special, but here you're doomed to be nothing but a laughingstock."
It was one of the foreign trainees, eyeing Zoe with open contempt.
Zoe didn't respond, but the other trainees were already glaring daggers at him. 'Shut it. More talk means more miles,' they wondered.
Sensing the group's growing displeasure, the foreigner quickly fell silent. With those who left now gone, 127 trainees remained.
The 127 trainees hailed from nineteen countries, with some nations sending several participants and others just one.
Clusia, for instance, only sent two participants, Zoe and Shawn.
Zoe's eyes locked on the dog ahead—no ordinary mutt, definitely military-trained.
'Maybe that dog's collar even has a camera on it,' Zoe thought. 'Maybe that's how Ryan knows our every move, through the camera on the dog's collar.'
Just then, a few trainees started drifting closer to Zoe, one after another, subtly closing in on her from all sides.
Some ran ahead while others fell behind, subtly closing in on Zoe from all directions. But they did it so subtly that no one would notice they were actually targeting Zoe.
However, Zoe and Shawn were both battle-hardened veterans. They didn't need visual cues to sense emceeility; they could practically smell danger in the air.
Swoosh. Suddenly, someone deliberately scattered a handful of small pebbles across Zoe's path, clearly hoping she'd trip. One misstep and Zoe would twist her ankle.
Getting hurt was nothing, but being forced to quit the competition would be the ultimate humiliation.
Zoe didn't even glance at her feet. She vaulted clean over the scattered pebbles in one smooth motion.
Not only did she land perfectly, but to everyone's surprise, she actually picked up speed and ran even faster than before.
Seeing Zoe pick up the pace, Shawn immediately surged forward to catch up with her.
But while no one was watching, Shawn's feet were already in motion. Shawn stepped onto a loose stone and kicked it sharply backward with precision. Using the momentum from the stone, he quickly caught up with Zoe.
But the stone shot backward with lightning speed. To everyone's surprise, the stone flew straight back and struck the trainees behind.
Bang. One after another, three trainees went down hard, each knocked off their feet by the flying stone.
As everyone broke into a run, Ryan jumped into the jeep and took the lead, driving ahead to set the pace for the group.
Adding insult to injury, the dog was perched atop the jeep, looking as if it owned the world.
"Since when did we start getting treated worse than a dog?"
"Holy hell. Should've never signed up for this goddamn training."
"Cut the chatter and move out. Who knows what's coming next?"
The trainees chatted as they ran, exchanging complaints under their breath.
Suddenly, the dog atop the jeep barked sharply, drawing Ryan's attention.
He grabbed the megaphone and roared, "You worthless scum, since you all have the energy to chat, I guess this test is way too easy for you. Fine, let's add another 6 miles to your run."
The threat worked. Everyone instantly fell silent, not daring to make a sound. The trainees who had been talking instantly regretted their words, cursing themselves for not keeping quiet.
Just a few words, and the punishment got worse—bet everyone's cursing those loudmouths now.
During the run, Zoe and Shawn stayed side by side, perfectly in sync the whole way.
Moving at a steady, synchronized pace, Zoe and Shawn advanced side by side, perfectly in step.
Some of the other trainees had surged ahead, while others lagged behind.
Apparently, the two Clusians went unnoticed by the others. But trouble soon came knocking.
"Hey? So you're the big shot who won the International Elite Competition?" a guy called out. "You may be something special, but here you're doomed to be nothing but a laughingstock."
It was one of the foreign trainees, eyeing Zoe with open contempt.
Zoe didn't respond, but the other trainees were already glaring daggers at him. 'Shut it. More talk means more miles,' they wondered.
Sensing the group's growing displeasure, the foreigner quickly fell silent. With those who left now gone, 127 trainees remained.
The 127 trainees hailed from nineteen countries, with some nations sending several participants and others just one.
Clusia, for instance, only sent two participants, Zoe and Shawn.
Zoe's eyes locked on the dog ahead—no ordinary mutt, definitely military-trained.
'Maybe that dog's collar even has a camera on it,' Zoe thought. 'Maybe that's how Ryan knows our every move, through the camera on the dog's collar.'
Just then, a few trainees started drifting closer to Zoe, one after another, subtly closing in on her from all sides.
Some ran ahead while others fell behind, subtly closing in on Zoe from all directions. But they did it so subtly that no one would notice they were actually targeting Zoe.
However, Zoe and Shawn were both battle-hardened veterans. They didn't need visual cues to sense emceeility; they could practically smell danger in the air.
Swoosh. Suddenly, someone deliberately scattered a handful of small pebbles across Zoe's path, clearly hoping she'd trip. One misstep and Zoe would twist her ankle.
Getting hurt was nothing, but being forced to quit the competition would be the ultimate humiliation.
Zoe didn't even glance at her feet. She vaulted clean over the scattered pebbles in one smooth motion.
Not only did she land perfectly, but to everyone's surprise, she actually picked up speed and ran even faster than before.
Seeing Zoe pick up the pace, Shawn immediately surged forward to catch up with her.
But while no one was watching, Shawn's feet were already in motion. Shawn stepped onto a loose stone and kicked it sharply backward with precision. Using the momentum from the stone, he quickly caught up with Zoe.
But the stone shot backward with lightning speed. To everyone's surprise, the stone flew straight back and struck the trainees behind.
Bang. One after another, three trainees went down hard, each knocked off their feet by the flying stone.
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