"I'm telling you, my old back really can't take this high-intensity training!"
"Cut the crap. Finish the ten-kilometer run, then it's combat training!"
Li Chang'an stood before the team, his Saw Chain Sword slung over his shoulder, his voice flat.
"The Insect Race won't wait for your back to feel better before they attack!"
"Sigh… Shen Qiuyue, I told you our Captain is a Devil, right? He's completely unreasonable!"
Sun Yang glanced at Shen Qiuyue standing beside him, trying to rally an ally.
"Shut it, Sun Yang!"
Shen Qiuyue shot back.
"If you don't want to run, I can report it to the Commander and have you sent back home to farm!"
"No, no, no, I was just kidding!"
Sun Yang quickly waved his hands.
"I was just trying to lighten the mood!"
Han Ruoxi stood to the side, holding her small Electric Power Regulator, and glanced at Sun Yang.
"If you talked less, you'd be able to breathe more easily during the run!"
