Capítulo 553: Privilege

If the Drillmaster knew Abel ran 100 miles, there was no way he would tell him to just run 15 laps. A whole lap was just around 500 meters. That wasn't enough of a warm up.

Abel causally jogged under 15 hateful gazes. He maintained a normal speed. He didn't want to try too hard or get punished.

He did 1 lap, 2 laps, and 3 laps. Drillmaster Cooper began to frown when Abel reached lap 15. He didn't care how weak wizards were. They were all the same anyway. But he didn't want to see someone disrupting their flow, and Abel was that someone.

Drillmaster Cooper fixed his gaze on Abel. His body could definitely run faster, but all he did was drag on. He didn't even sweat after completing 15 laps. At that moment, the 15 wizards had just completed their 17 laps, and they were basically dying. The contrast was clear.

To Drillmaster Cooper, Abel was mocking the 15 wizards and disregarding him.