Chapter 13: Running in an inhuman posture

The boy finally crossed the finish line.

However, Liao Xu just glanced at him indifferently and then continued to look into the distance.

Yang Juncheng was the leader, with a string of people following behind him. The momentum was huge, and as the distance got closer, the slogans became louder and clearer.

one!

two!

three!

Four!

One—two—three—four!

Su Haoran stood beside Liao Xu, following her gaze, looking at the group of people he once thought of as a mob.

The so-called "mob" is now united and in an orderly manner.

Everyone saw the instructors who were eager to try.

"Oh my god, what are these instructors doing here? I can tell at a glance that things are not simple." Zhao Erchui was sweating profusely, staring at the "obstacles" in front of him with wide eyes.

Because I haven't had water for a long time, the sound comes out like there is a thousand-year-old phlegm stuck in my body.

"This is the real obstacle!" Yang Juncheng was also tired now, and his breathing became heavier.

"What should I do?"

"Oh my god, so fierce today, are you serious?"

…

There was a lot of discussion.

"Well, boys, it's a loss whether you lose early or late. If you come over now, you will get beaten up. It's not worth it. Go back."

"That's right, don't say that the instructor doesn't care about you. Everyone, turn around and go back."

"We can't control this force~"

The instructors really deserve this quantifier. When they ridicule others, they are really inhumane.

Well, if you hadn't said it, some people in the team would have had such thoughts in their minds. Now that you said it, okay, they don't panic anymore.

Boys of this age are most prone to what - impulsiveness. This impulse can sometimes be fatal, but sometimes, like now, it is a precious courage that breaks through rationality.

In this impulse, he couldn't remember the huge gap in strength. His mind was filled with the scenes of being abused during the previous training, and Song Ling's guilty face when he ate and drank.

Still someone asked.

"What should we do?" However, compared to the previous question, this one now had a few more layers of gnashing of teeth in it.

"What to do! Beat them, beat them hard!" Zhao Erqi couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over to demand it.

Yang Juncheng figured out the trick. The instructors did it on purpose to make those who wanted to quit give their all willingly. Although it was a bit of a hassle, it was well-intentioned.

You’re welcome!

Yang Juncheng followed Zhao Erchu into the battlefield, then roared at the top of his lungs:

"Hey guys, there's strength in numbers. No matter how weak we are, we have more people. If we can't win in a one-on-one fight, let's just gang up on them!"

Once this sound came out, what were they waiting for? All the fear came from insufficient firepower. With so many people, it seemed like they couldn't fight against so many people with just two fists.

Suddenly, charge!!!

Although the instructors really hoped that they would muster up the courage to challenge them, who the hell is so unsportsmanlike as to engage in a group fight?

I don’t know what motivated them, but they didn’t show any signs of fatigue and became more and more excited as the fight went on.

In the spirit of pursuing victory, Yang Juncheng shouted: "Hit him in the face!"

The situation has completely reversed. Yo ho, there was no chance before, now it's all for the mission. Can you blame me? That's definitely not possible.

The most important thing is that the instructors already have wounds on their faces. Hitting them in the face would be like rubbing salt into the wound, which would be very painful.

That's right!

When they don't do anything, you really can't tell the difference in strength.

Yang Juncheng kicked an instructor, but was blocked by the instructor. Zhao Erchu seized the opportunity and launched a sneak attack from behind.

He covered the instructor's eyes with one hand and hugged him with the other, touching his chest.

Who are the people who can get along well with Zhao Erchui?

Quick answer - a person who does nothing.

Seeing the right moment, some of the brats used gravity to sit on the instructor, some actually hit him in the face, and some even hit him on the buttocks.

Finally, this attack mode was rapidly promoted.

Several instructors were beaten so hard that their teeth were grimacing.

What a joke. If we fight you in a real martial arts match, except for Su Haoran and Yang Juncheng, no one else can beat you.

Do you think everyone is gifted?

but!

If someone starts to act like a spoiled brat, you might not be able to win. How can you talk about martial ethics?

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!

I was careless. I was just joking and holding back, but now I really want to get serious and kill you guys!

"Retreat, retreat, don't fight any longer, they are serious." Yang Juncheng shouted, pulling Zhao Erchu next to him.

Running while shouting.

"Yes, yes, it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. There will be a chance next time. Hurry up and go!" Zhao Erqi also shouted.

So, just as the instructors were about to get up in a panic, these kids ran away faster than anyone else.

Weren't you very tired just now? Yet you're still sprinting now.

Although each of their postures is really horrible.

Maybe he was afraid of being caught by the instructor and being brutally tortured, so he used to run according to the regular training posture. This scare made his DNA move.

Yang Juncheng was relatively normal, but Zhao Erchui ran in the same posture as Xiong Er, with his hands raised behind his back and running horizontally. Some people ran with their hands and feet together, while others jumped and danced.

They really have their own characteristics.

But anyway, it's really faster than usual, which is weird.

Several instructors were so angry that they wanted to chase them and beat them up, but when they saw their running posture, they were stunned. It was the first time they saw humans running in such strange postures.

I was both angry and amused, but I didn't really catch up with him.

Su Haoran watched this ridiculous scene with his mouth twitching and pinched his eyebrows. How could this be possible?

He looked at Liao Xu again. Liao Xu still had no expression on his face, but raised the timer in his hand.

The kids ran in all kinds of strange postures, and finally when the last one crossed the finish line, Liao Xu stopped the timer.

"The test is over, one hundred and thirty-five minutes."

For some reason, although Liao Xu is young, he definitely has a strong aura. He can even make some trouble with those instructors, but the kids are like quails in front of Liao Xu.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless...

They quickly lined up one by one.

"Rest here for twenty minutes."

"yes!"

…

Twenty minutes to go.

"This assessment is divided into two parts: overall performance and individual performance."

"Looking at the overall results, it's lame!"

"Looking at the individual results, Yang Juncheng is just barely qualified, and the rest of you can do whatever you want."

"Overall, it was a horrific sight. You know whether your instructors let you off the hook or not. They couldn't bring themselves to kill you because they were your instructors."

"Being complacent after just getting across the finish line is incredibly foolish. This finish line is your lifeline. The enemy will show no mercy to you. You can't truly cross it with your own strength. In my opinion, taking shortcuts will only harm you."

"If you know you're weak, then practice hard. Next time, I don't want to see such an undisciplined scene."

"Disband!"

"yes!"