The cold wind was picking up; deep winter was approaching.
On the Training Camp's grounds, more than two hundred recruits, dressed in thin black short-sleeved shirts, ran lap after lap around the perimeter.
Five months had passed since the training began. Strictly speaking, they were no longer recruits, but for a Training Camp that only held one session a year, as long as they had not stepped through those gates, they would always be recruits.
January was bitterly cold. Morning dew had frozen into frost, and threads of chill, like tiny wandering snakes, burrowed into their skin, making them shiver.
Baili Pangpang rubbed his cheeks with his hands, opened his mouth, and exhaled a cloud of white mist before sighing gloomily:
"This winter weather, and we still have to get up this early to train—it's torture... I've lost over ten pounds lately."
Lin Qiye kept his back straight and ran without a word. The icy air had reddened his exposed skin, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Baili Tumming! You're rubbing your face while running? Are you cold?!" A sharp-eyed instructor nearby spotted him and shouted.
Baili Pangpang's expression changed, and he forced himself to shout:
"Report! I... am a little cold!"
"If you're cold, that means you haven't run enough! After everyone else finishes, stay behind and run five more laps!"
"Yes!"
Baili Pangpang shouted miserably, on the verge of tears.
After five months of Devil Training, Baili Pangpang had slimmed down considerably. If he had originally been shaped roughly like a soccer ball, he was now more like a football.
It was not just him. So much physical training had brought enormous changes to everyone—not only in their physical fitness, but even more so in their mental outlook.
In the depths of winter, the laziness and dullness in their