Yet around them, there was no response at all.
They're all down!
Unconscious!
George Lee struggled to lift his head and roared, "Guard... Army, follow me... charge!"
And after that sentence, he too fell to the ground!
Oliver Harris looked at the hundred people collapsed in his hands, his face filled with awe.
The requirement he had set was that each person must not fall more than ten times under his command to be considered qualified.
But the willpower of these soldiers, forged on the battlefield, far exceeded his expectations.
They persisted until the very last moment before fainting; in other words, as long as they weren't dead from pain, they would regroup and charge again.
What kind of people were these?
Clearly ordinary men, yet why was their resolve so unyielding?
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Just then, a jeep stopped on the Martial Arts Arena, and Oliver Walker got out of the vehicle only to witness this scene. Although he felt uncomfortable, there was nothing he could do!
