After the words faded, the drill ground did not erupt with a thunderous roar of fervent cheers; instead, there was only a deathly silence and the complicated, skeptical gazes of the soldiers below.
Stepping down slowly from the Martial Arts Stage, Li Junwu's clear and aloof face remained as cold and stern as ever, but the hand gripping her waist knife tightened significantly.
The surrounding silence, as if plunging her into a deep sea, wove an invisible hand that gripped her heart fiercely. The gazes on the field seemed to mock her powerlessness despite her utmost effort.
Li Junwu walked very slowly.
Even though the meridians within her body kept sending searing pain, like a fire burning her from the inside, she still walked slowly, hoping to hear the silence at her ears broken, even if it was just two or three scattered shouts.
