Li Chang'an gave him a cool glance. "If you turn into a pile of scrap metal, it'll save me the trouble of worrying about you. The Insect Race could always use more cannon fodder!"
Sun Yang immediately looked aggrieved. "Hey, come on, buddy, that's harsh. I'm the team's firepower support, you know.
You think being cannon fodder is that easy?"
Han Ruoxi, walking beside them, was doubled over with laughter. "Haha, Sun Yang, don't be so down on yourself.
Besides, you think this little bit of daily training is too much? I bet you've never seen a real high-intensity workout!"
"Han Ruoxi, easy for you to say!" Sun Yang sighed. "You're a Superpower User. Do you even burn through stamina? You just stand there, pinch your fingers, and ZAP—out comes the electricity. Us firearms guys have to carry our guns, run into position, and make precision shots. You think my job is easy?"
