Dai Mubai collapsed next to Zhu Zhuqing, gasping for breath, his whole body trembling slightly.
Xiaowu's scorpion braid had become disheveled, beads of sweat continuously dripping, her red lips buzzing.
Tang San propped up Ma Hongjun and Oscar against their own bamboo baskets, then removed the excess weight. At that moment, his vision was also a blur. However, something in his consciousness was still supporting him.
For the others, the punishment, or rather the training, had ended. But for him, it had not yet finished.
Leaning on the table with the water buckets, bearing 15 kilograms of weight, Tang San managed to stand up and stagger forward step by step.
Although he no longer had to support the others, his steps were now completely unsteady.
