Old Man Refuses to Submit!
Shilke did not arrange the Wood Elves' training according to their workload.
Even so, they still completed their running training before the Wood Elves—and they had been running with weights.
In fact, this was not the only exercise they trained for. They performed basically all their training in full gear, so they could become completely accustomed to the equipment on their bodies.
After crossing the finish line and completing the final lap, John, Sain, and the others collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.
After taking a few breaths, Sain glanced at Shilke and the others standing not far away, then turned his gaze back to John beside him.
"W-wait until I train for a while longer. I'll definitely win back what I lost. When that time comes... I'll lap them twice! No, wait, twice isn't enough. I'll lap them three times!"
Just as Sain was making threats like that, Shilke's voice came from not far away.
"All right, warm-up's over! Rest for ten minutes, then prepare for the formal training!"
"..."
The entire process, from confusion to suspicion and then to complete bewilderment, lasted about ten seconds.
"Huh?"
The Wood Elves sprawled all over the ground were instantly dumbfounded.
That had been a warm-up?!
They had lived for several hundred years. The ten Wood Elves together were several thousand years old, yet they had never heard anything so utterly insane!
Just then, Shilke, who had announced the end of the warm-up, turned and walked toward them.
Unwilling to show weakness, Sain clenched his teeth and forced himself to his feet.
However, Shilke merely shot him a casual glance and ignored him completely. His gaze swept across the group of Wood Elves before he announced flatly...
"As for you... I can see that you're done