章 185: Miserable Little Seventh Lord

After completing one hundred push-ups, Lushen was exhausted, sitting on the ground, panting heavily like a bull.

He thought he had passed the test but to his surprise...

"Another one hundred."

Lushen crawled up to Quan Hanting, clutching his leg as if grasping at a lifeline, crying in a pitiful tone, "Sixth Brother, I... I really can't go on anymore... Are you trying to tire me to death?"

As he spoke, he gasped for breath, utterly breathless.

Quan Hanting, with a cold expression, remained unmoved. "Ready, begin..."

Lushen reflexively lay down again, but this time, he couldn't even raise his hands. He lay flat on the ground like a gecko.

Quan Hanting glanced at Chu Yujiang and said, "Count for him."

"Yes."

Lushen was completely crushed.

"Young Seventh Lord, you know the rules. If you don't get up within three minutes, the count doubles. Do you want to do two hundred?"