Bai Ye stepped out of the dim light of the factory and stepped into a wider world. As the night darkened, the stars twinkled slightly on the sky, like countless unextinguished coal fires. His shadow stretched out on the ground, as if walking with him, one after the other, flickering and dimming.

He took a deep breath, the smell of steel and oil in the factory had gradually dissipated, replaced by the scent of earth and grass brought by the night wind. Not far away, the training ground outside the factory was brightly lit, and beams of light pierced the silence of the night, casting bright round spots. Bai Ye stepped forward and walked towards the light.

The training ground under the moonlight is like being gently covered by a faint silver veil, which looks mysterious and solemn. In the night, the outline of the training ground looms in the moonlight, as if it is a quiet and profound picture.

Around the venue, tall barbed wire shimmered in the moonlight, like a guardian of the land, standing silently, silently guarding the safety of every trainer. Outside the barbed wire fence is a dense forest, and the leaves of the forest rustle gently in the night breeze, adding a bit of life to this quiet site.

In the center of the site, there is a wide and flat land, the ground is covered with thick sand, which is soft and soft when stepped on, giving people a sense of steadiness. Under the moonlight, the sand takes on a soft golden color, like a thin layer of golden sand, covering the entire site.

Around the field, there are some training equipment, which stand quietly in the moonlight, as if waiting for the arrival of trainers. Some are tall and bulky, others light and flexible, and they cast long shadows in the moonlight, blending in with the surrounding scenery to form a harmonious picture.

In the corners of the venue, several bright lights illuminate the surrounding landscape, and their rays weave into beams of light in the night sky, adding a bit of mystery to the venue. The shadows under the light are stretched long, as if telling some untold story.

At this time, a gentle breeze blows, bringing the fresh scent of the woods in the distance. This smell is intertwined with the smell of sand and metal on the site, forming a unique flavor that makes people take a deep breath, as if they can feel the breath and vitality of the site.

The training ground under the moonlight is not just a simple training place, it is more like a world full of stories and emotions. Here, every trainer has left their own sweat and footprints, and they are swaying their youth and passion here, and working hard for their dreams and beliefs.

Every inch of land on the site records their struggles and struggles. Those deep footprints are a testimony to their indomitable spirit; Those sweats are the embodiment of their indomitable will. Here, they learned perseverance and bravery, unity and cooperation, and how to face difficulties and move forward bravely.

The moonlight is like water, gently sprinkled on this training ground, adding a bit of poetry and romance to everything here. In this moonlit field, each trainer feels as if they have become a part of the land, and they are one with the field, writing their own legend.

In the moonlit training grounds, each trainer can find their own position and direction. Here, they sharpen their will and skills, constantly challenging their limits and potential. They believe that as long as they continue to struggle and struggle on this field, they will be able to achieve their dreams and goals.

Therefore, in this training ground under the moonlight, there is always passion and vitality. Whether it's day or night, sunny or rainy, there are people here sweating and chasing their dreams. They use their actions and efforts to interpret what real struggle and hard work are.

Eventually, the moonlit training ground became a place of stories and emotions. It has witnessed the growth and transformation of countless trainers, and also carried their endless hopes and dreams. Here, every trainer has left their own footprints and sweat, and also harvested their own glory and glory.

On the training ground, a group of soldiers are wearing power armor for combat training. The power armor shimmered with a cold metallic sheen in the light, as if it were an iron giant. The soldiers' movements were swift and powerful, and every punch and kick was accompanied by the roar of power armor, and the sound echoed in the night sky, shocking people's hearts.

White Night stood at the edge of the field, quietly observing. His gaze wandered over each soldier, as if searching for something. Suddenly, his gaze was fixed on a burly soldier. The soldier's movements were unusually fluid, and each attack was precise and powerful, as if he were an experienced martial artist.

Bai Ye frowned slightly, and a desire for challenge surged in his heart. He took off his coat, revealing the tight-fitting combat suit underneath, and slowly walked to the training grounds. The soldiers noticed his arrival, stopped their movements, and looked at him curiously.

"I'll try." White Night's voice was calm and firm.

The burly soldier raised his eyebrows, and a hint of war flashed in his eyes. He took off his power armor's gloves, revealing a pair of strong, powerful palms. The two looked at each other, as if an electric current was stirring in the air.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out. As soon as Bai Ye's body moved, he turned into an afterimage and rushed towards his opponent. His punches are swift and precise, and every punch hits the point. However, the soldier was not an ordinary person, he quickly adjusted his posture and met the white night with the same speed.

The fists and feet of the two staggered in the air, making a sound like metal colliding. Bai Ye swept his leg with a low body, trying to trip the opponent, but the opponent jumped up nimbly and kicked Bai Ye in the chest. Bai Ye dodged sideways and punched the opponent's waist at the same time. The soldier snorted and took a few steps back, but did not fall.

The battle has entered a white-hot phase. The two of you come and go, and they don't let each other go. The roar of the power armor mingled with their wheezing to form a rousing battle symphony. The more Bai Ye fought, the more courageous he became, his movements getting faster and faster, as if turning into a whirlwind. And the soldier showed no signs of weakness, and his moves became more and more ruthless, trying to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.

Just when the two were in the middle of a fierce battle, Bai Ye suddenly shook and flashed behind the soldier. He grabbed a flaw and punched his opponent in the back. The soldier snorted, and the whole person fell forward. Bai Ye took the opportunity to push the other party to the ground with one knee.

"I won." Bai Ye said lightly.

The soldier struggled to his feet, a look of admiration on his face.

Bai Ye smiled slightly and nodded. He turned and walked to the edge of the field, ready to leave. However, at this moment, a round of applause rang out. It turned out that the other soldiers applauded his victory.

Bai Ye looked back, only to see the soldiers casting approving glances at him. A warm current welled up in his heart, knowing that he had earned their respect.

(End of chapter)