Wheeze, wheeze.
On the training field, rough breathing sounds entwine in the air, just hearing it is enough to feel the burning of internal organs and the bloody taste in the throat, limbs weak, knees trembling, barely able to stand—
That is indeed the case.
On the training field, people lie scattered, tilted all over the place, with a few remaining standing figures around, but every single one is supporting their knees with trembling calves, opening their mouths is out of the question, even straightening their knees is a struggle.
The scene is brutal.
Only one exception, Li Wei.
Actually, Li Wei was also in a sorry state, flushed faces, drenched in sweat, like he had just been fished out of water, hot steam rising from his shoulders, muscles on his shoulders and legs uncontrollably trembling slightly.
Yet, Li Wei could still stand.
Not only stand but straighten his back, a murderous gleam in his eyes.
Those eyes distinctly asking, "Who else?"
