Two days later.
Training grounds.
Li Zheng and the Grind Emperor brothers were at it again, smashing the wall.
The treatment in the recovery room had restored their strength and energy, but hunger and exhaustion still weighed on their minds.
The all-night battles had gone on for two days.
The suffering was getting worse by the minute.
They were tormenting the Po Luo Clan, but they clearly couldn't escape the same fate themselves.
They were dealing a thousand blows while taking five hundred in return.
But once extracurricular training started, there was no stopping it.
It was like the law of the dark forest: you couldn't know whether the other side would launch a night raid, so you had to prepare for a fight in advance, staying on high alert the whole time and not daring to fall asleep.
The situation at the Shui Gu training camp was the same.
They didn't dare gamble on whether there would be a night raid, so they had to be ready to fight at any moment.
But rather than stay tense and wait for a possible battle, they would rather charge in and get it over with.
So the all-night battles were unavoidable.
There was only one way to resolve the problem: one side had to swallow its pride and back down, giving the other side a way out.
But those who made it into the training camp were all elite members of their clans, and they were proud. More importantly, it was one thing to lose face while away from home, but they absolutely couldn't bring shame on their clans.
Torn between these complicated emotions, neither camp's new recruits would back down.
During regular training, they all acted as if they couldn't wait for the next brawl.
But only they knew how