บท 27: The Great Competition between Battalions

Wang Yuan was originally an ancient martial arts practitioner so even if he had to run over 3 miles with 66 pounds of weights, he would only be a little tired at worst. Now, however, he was the opposite of tired and even felt quite comfortable.

Mo Wen laughed helplessly. He knew that Wang Yuan was referring to Zhang Lizheng. He also did not expect that a person who was so normally serious would actually use such a method to cover things up. Moreover, it seemed as though it wasn't Wang Yuan's first time using it. Otherwise, it'd be impossible for him to move 10 fake backpacks out so quickly. Wang Yuan had definitely prepared beforehand; it was impossible to be so well-prepared.

The night sky gradually became dark and shadows of over 10 people moved on the track. An hour had passed and by the end, everyone was dragging along. At the rate they were going, they would not be able to finish the run with weights. Good thing they had 2 to 3 hours to complete the training.