Fifteen minutes later.
Thirty kilometers from the training grounds of Taihua High School's Special Class, a figure staggered onward.
That figure was none other than Chen Xian.
Under the ferocious assault of the heavy-duty trucks, he had sprinted thirty kilometers at nearly 120 kilometers per hour.
Why nearly?
Because he himself had never actually run at 120 kilometers per hour.
For almost one-fifth of those thirty kilometers, he hadn't run at all. He'd been sent flying by truck after truck!
It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to break through, but one Hundred-Ton King after another had swerved to hit him, knocking him right back into the middle of the highway.
He'd also tried to grab the guardrail of the Dayun Spirit Vehicle, but the moment he made a move, Su Yuan mercilessly fired Sword Qi at him.
Every attempt to escape had ended in failure.
As time passed, he had less and less spiritual power left to protect himself. His injuries piled up, and he ran more and more slowly.
After being sent flying by another Hundred-Ton King, Young Master Chen landed flat on his back and couldn't get up again.
How hard was it for a person to persevere?
Young Master Chen had proved it with his own actions.
But there were plenty of things in this world that couldn't be solved by perseverance alone.
When you were completely spent and even your adrenaline had run dry, what the hell good was perseverance?
Seeing Young Master Chen lying motionless in the middle of the road, Su Yuan, sitting on the truck's hood, didn't rush to rescue him.
Maybe it's a trap.
Su Yuan's gaze shifted to a Hundred-Ton King up ahead. Using the effect of the group, he communicated with it and gave it a simple command.
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