In the secluded and spacious training hall, sounds of bone-to-bone collision suddenly resounded before quickly dying down as the serenity returned to the hall.
Qin Fen's shoulders rose up and down constantly as sweat trickled down his cheeks and fell on the dusty ground. His heart was still in a state of shock from having watched that silent and sudden ambush of Gale Riley.
Today's morning training class included the murdering skills of Butcher drill instructor. Just as he cast the first move of Martial Emperor Dragon Fist, Eighteen Dragons Gathering the Winds and Clouds, to strive for a chance to win the battle, Drill Instructor Gale Riley appeared like a ghost and launched a sneak attack.
"Kid, you are already dead." Just as Butcher's voice fell, sounds of cloth tearing suddenly came from Qin Fen's uniform from behind as a few pieces of rags slowly fell from his back.
