The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey Chapter 527: Complaints

Examination Hall.

"Number 256, eliminated! Next."

Another candidate was cut.

Murmurs of dissatisfaction began spreading through the crowd. More and more people were getting restless.

"This test is too hard! No one can get a perfect score! Are you guys messing with us?" one candidate shouted, his face full of anger.

The moment he spoke up, the already emotional candidates echoed him.

"Who could get a perfect score on this? Setting the bar this high—are you targeting our year on purpose? Treating us like clowns?"

The candidates came from all kinds of backgrounds, and none of them held back.

The next one scheduled to go up was Felix. Seeing the commotion, he paused and watched coldly from the sidelines.

The proctors in charge of the exam exchanged looks, their expressions darkening.

One of them stepped forward and barked, "These are the rules of this round. If you don't meet the minimum standard, you're eliminated!"

The authority of Blue Star Military Academy couldn't be challenged.

Anyone qualified to teach here was far from ordinary.

"Hah! Your so-called standards are impossible to meet!" the same candidate shot back angrily. "Who can actually get a perfect score? Can you?"

The proctors fell silent for a moment. They truly couldn't.

But that was the perfect-score benchmark. The elimination line was only the minimum requirement.

What really set the candidates off was that the difficulty had secretly increased round after round. Combined with the strict scoring line and the fact that those scores directly affected final admission, their dissatisfaction finally exploded.

"Yeah. No one can reach the perfect score standard."

The one who spoke was a candidate who had just finished. He was currently the highest scorer, who got 70 points. He hit 70 targets.

His name was Zion Garcia. His marksmanship was precise, and the calluses on his hands showed years of training. He was already a skilled sharpshooter. Yet even in the dynamic shooting test, he had scored only 70. It was barely even considered excellent, far below what he had expected.

Still, he didn't think the rules were unfair. The academy set the standards; candidates simply followed them. He was only stating what he believed to be fact.

Hearing even the top scorer say that, the crowd grew more agitated.

"Number 330, what do you think?"

Someone turned to Felix.

He was one of the best among the candidates. Everyone wanted to hear his stance.

Felix swept his gaze over them indifferently, frowning slightly.

His sister had once told him. People who didn't follow the rules of the game didn't deserve to play.

So he had no interest in questioning the standards.

Felix had been personally trained by Thora. His temperament and style were deeply influenced by her.

He said nothing, but the troublemakers grew more agitated.

The scene began slipping out of control, and even the proctors found it tricky to handle.

According to the rules, they could directly remove the ones leading the disturbance. But obviously, that guy was deliberately stirring up the entire crowd. Even if a few were taken away, the mindset of the rest would still be affected.

Every year, some people would sneak into the entrance exam just to cause trouble. The instructors didn't dare act rashly and were about to notify the chief examiner panel.

Suddenly, a clear, resonant, powerful voice rang out across the hall.

"Who says no one can reach that perfect score, huh?"

The words landed like a thunderclap. Everyone felt their hearts jolt.

The moment Felix heard that familiar voice, his expression changed drastically. Disbelief filled his eyes. His heartbeat shot up, and he tensed instantly.

Then came the synchronized sound of marching boots from the entrance. Someone was walking into the hall.