Li Xiaoqiang was drenched in sweat, his clothes and pants long soaked through. With every step he took, he felt as though he had exhausted all his strength.
Despite Li Xiaoqiang's abilities, carrying more than a hundred pounds of gear and running ten laps around the field was still immensely challenging.
Li Xiaoqiang, drained of all strength and aching all over, looked at the last lap of the field and took a deep breath, saying, "Damn, this really isn't something an average person can endure."
At that moment, Zhao Gangbeng sat on his horse, smiling as he watched Li Xiaoqiang. "Ha ha, not bad, Class 7 finally has a guy who caught my eye, but you're so tired now. Forget it, you don't need to run anymore, lest you faint from exhaustion like these rookies."
Li Xiaoqiang clenched his teeth and continued to move his feet.
But his speed was getting slower and slower.
Zhao Gangbeng tempted Li Xiaoqiang from the side, saying, "Don't be so stubborn, young man. It's best to take it easy."
