Some students are already accustomed, while some are feeling nauseous.
Deng Zhijue said: "Zhou Leng's body has already transformed, he can endure for a long time, he goes in first, and you all take turns afterward."
Zhou Leng and the first group of students entered the striker.
Zhou Leng glanced at the familiar striker.
Like a canister room, mechanical arms covered with boxing gloves surrounded all directions closely.
Before long, the first student fainted and was dragged out by the instructor and thrown onto the mat.
Then, one after another was dragged out.
Once all of the first batch were lying on the mat, Zhou Leng's striker was still pounding.
"The second batch," Deng Zhijue said.
Soon, all of the second batch were lying on the mat.
"The third batch."
Once the third batch were lying on the mat, Zhou Leng's striker was still pounding, but the sound showed subtle changes.
"The fourth batch."
