The remaining few people were overwhelmed by the smell of blood and vomit, clutching garbage bags as they retched.
The instructor and the Martial Guard continued their conversation without turning back, while the guards at the door looked at them sympathetically.
Zhou Leng felt his stomach churn, using True Qi to suppress it.
The five people vomited intermittently, and the smell in the room grew increasingly unbearable.
It was only after the five emptied their stomachs that the Martial Guard in front turned around.
They smiled slightly and took a quick glance at Zhou Leng.
"Today is a field lesson. We'll teach you how to identify the various branches of the Demon Worship Sect and will also ask questions. Those who can't answer will lose credits and war merits," Deng Zhijue said.
The group silently lamented, having thought they'd just be spectators, not expecting an on-the-spot exam.
"Does this method resemble that of the Huang Meng Sect? Feng Wenhao, what do you think?"
