This time, no one slacked off or complained. They no longer had the confidence to think of themselves as strong; they had to study hard and gain more practical experience.

And so, these thirty-odd people entered a ten-day hellish training program. Every day they woke up to sparring, with different people taking turns sparring, and they would also be beaten one-on-one by Xiaobai and Yan Jin from time to time.

The pain was excruciating, and their dignity was repeatedly humiliated, but they had to admit that their reaction speed and adaptability had improved dramatically in the past ten days.

They were so exhausted every day that they could fall asleep as soon as they collapsed. The next day, as soon as their bodies recovered a little, they would continue the grueling training.

Compared to Yan Jin's group of a dozen or so people who occasionally ate meat or stored food to stave off hunger, Rossi and our senior students in the fourth year were much more pitiful.

He was beaten up, brutally beaten, and there was no good food for him. Every day he could only watch the younger students across from him eat and drink heartily, while he resentfully drank nutritional supplements to replenish his energy.

The nutrient solution that I used to be able to drink now tastes extremely painful, and I even feel like vomiting.

But for the sake of my health, I have to force myself to drink it. How cruel.

Finally, ten days later, after Yan Jin had once again tormented them, although somewhat dissatisfied, she nodded and said, "Alright, our training is over. Congratulations, hehe..."

"Waaah..."

"Wow……"

"hehe……"

Upon hearing Yan Jin's words, the group of people went wild, some crying, some laughing, and they almost collapsed.

This pervert finally let them go; it's been such a long time.

Yan Jin took out the teleporters for the dozen or so people opposite her from her spatial button and handed them to them. "Alright, here you go. You can consider leaving now."

"No way out." A dozen people shook their heads in unison. They were joking; they'd survived such terrifying training, how could they possibly leave so easily? Just kidding.

"Then take your teleporters and leave." Yan Jin used the phrase "use and discard" to its fullest extent, showing utter ruthlessness.

"Can't we follow you?" Rossi asked. Although they had been badly beaten, they couldn't deny that they were growing rapidly. With their current combat strength, they could probably easily defeat more than their classmates of the same age.

They had a premonition that Yan Jin and the others would receive even more than they were currently receiving.

"No." Yan Jin refused without even thinking. "Too many people, too conspicuous."

Rossi was stunned, puzzled. "Isn't this a good thing? Others won't dare to attack us easily, and hunting prey will be much easier."

"No, you're wrong." Yan Jin shook her head seriously. "I want to double-cross someone."

"Huh, what? What do you mean?" Is this what he thinks—a double-cross? Whose scheme are they planning to exploit?

"Anyway, you can leave now. Just don't lay a hand on us if you see us again." Yan Jin didn't want to say any more.

"Okay." Knowing they couldn't stay, they were a little disappointed, but they still agreed. They were joking, of course; would they want to fight with them? Did they have a death wish?

Haven't these ten days of bloody lessons been enough? Do you still want to go against them? Do you want to die? Do you want to get beaten up again? They're not that self-destructive, nor are they that stupid. From now on, they'll definitely stay far away from them and won't dare to even think about teaching them a lesson again.

And so, the ten-day training camp officially ended. Yan Jin, along with Rella and her friends, set off to find their next prey—or rather, their next target.