Time ticked by, second after second.
One after another, the trainees who had sworn to reach the finish line finally ran out of stamina and collapsed with a thud.
And with each trainee that fell, Leng Jianfeng would severely scold them, meanwhile demoralizing those who were still striving.
It had to be said that his ability to attract hatred was formidable; having only met him that day, almost everyone already saw him as a "Demon," wishing they could rise up together and slaughter the "bastard"!
By the sixtieth lap, Ouyang Jing could no longer hold on. The only reason he had made it this far was his immense willpower, and when he fell, he couldn't even feel his legs.
At this moment, only the last ten trainees were still holding on!
Leng Jianfeng squinted his eyes, his lips curling into a slight smile, "Those who can persist over sixty laps on their first time participating in this kind of training can become seed candidates for focused cultivation."
