Lei Xiaotian's voice suddenly rose, like thunder exploding from clear skies.
"As Spirit Masters, you don't even have the courage to fight powerful enemies! You refuse to improve and know only how to complain! You simply don't deserve to remain at Lightning Academy!"
"Now, I announce your punishment!"
"Everyone, run one hundred laps around the academy's largest training field!"
"Immediately! At once! Move!"
All the students were stunned, followed by sky-high resentment.
"Why?!"
"We didn't do anything wrong!"
But when they met Lei Xiaotian's nearly murderous gaze, every objection vanished.
Under the supervision of dozens of teachers, hundreds of students, willing or not, could only grit their teeth, move their legs, and begin the long run around the enormous training field.
One lap, two laps...
After one hundred laps, most of the students had collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. Their bodies were soaked in sweat as though they had been pulled from water, and they could not move even a finger.
Only then did the grimness on Lei Xiaotian's face ease slightly as he looked over the miserable scene.
He walked to the center of the field and looked down at the nearly exhausted students, his voice ringing out again.
"From now on, don't let me hear any of you badmouthing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."
"Or badmouthing the Exchange Competition organized by Blue Lightning."
"And especially don't badmouth the person who proposed this Exchange Competition!"
He could not openly say, "Don't badmouth the young master." That would be tantamount to directly exposing Yu Xiaoheng's extraordinary status.
He could only use this vague method to warn them by example.
As for how much these students understood, that was beyond his control.
But Lei Xiaotian had already made up his mind.
He had made himself this clear today. If