Their hands and feet felt as if they were filled with lead in the final few kilometers, each stroke forward required unimaginable strength to exert.
They swam for a full five hours.
During these five hours, Nathan Foster and Rowdy Brightwill maintained a certain distance from them, neither lending a helping hand nor offering encouragement. Only when there were two kilometers left, did Nathan Foster row a boat from a nearby island to await them at finish line.
That was the island where they trained frequently, so there was no shortage of regularly used boats.
I don't want to move anymore. Becca Reyes weakly floated on the water surface, looking at Flossie Wright who had never stopped at her side, she feebly said, but put her hand on Flossie Wright's backpack and shamelessly spoke up, "Give me a shove."
Flossie Wright slowly stopped and glanced at her.
However, before she could respond, a cold voice sounded from the side: "No cheating!"
