Lei Xiaotian's voice suddenly rose, like thunder exploding from a clear sky.
"As Soul Masters, you don't even have the courage to fight a powerful enemy! You have no desire to improve and know only how to complain! You simply do not deserve to remain at Thunder Academy!"
"Now, I announce your punishment!"
"Everyone, run one hundred laps around the largest training ground in the academy!"
"Immediately! At once! Do it!"
All the students in the entire venue were dumbfounded, followed by resentment soaring into the sky.
"On what basis?!"
"We didn't do anything wrong!"
But when they met Lei Xiaotian's nearly murderous gaze, every protest vanished into nothing.
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 ground.
One lap, two laps...
After one hundred laps, most of the students had collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. Their bodies were soaked with sweat as if they had been fished out of water, and they could not even move a finger.
Only then did the gloom 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 sounding out once more.
"From now on, don't let me hear any of you badmouthing the Blue Electric Tyrant Sect."
"Badmouthing the Exchange Tournament organized by Blue Lightning Sect."
"Or, even more so, badmouthing the person who proposed this Exchange Tournament!"
He could not openly say, "Do not speak ill of the Young Master," since that would directly expose Yu Xiaoheng's extraordinary status.
He could only use this vague method to warn them by making an example of others.
As for how