"Rookies, are you convinced yet?"
Mo Shangjun's voice was as desolate as ever.
Word by word, it pierced through the drizzling rain, the howling cold wind, and fell down like a lethal weapon.
In an instant, hearts tightened fiercely, and complexions grew especially awkward.
The next moment, everyone's gaze locked onto Mo Shangjun, their fiery eyes filled with an unbeatable fighting spirit.
"Not convinced!"
Two words roared like thunder, deafening, their force seeming to skyrocket, echoing throughout the entire second squad's area.
There was a pause for a few seconds.
Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes, a mocking smile forming on her lips, as she asked deliberately, "Really not convinced?!"
"Not convinced!"
The same two-word reply came, but the voice was louder than before.
Even the grounds of the first and third squads could faintly hear the stir.
Mo Shangjun toyed with a whistle in her hand, her gaze coldly sweeping over them, "So, what do you want to do?"
"Train!"
