The Con Artist Returns to the Jianghu! The Final String of Schemes!

The ten thousand elites chosen by the various generals were all hand-picked, and no one dared to fob Zhao Cheng off with ordinary soldiers.

The Qin Army held martial prowess in high regard, and these elites already held Zhao Cheng in immense reverence, with many of them being absolutely fanatical about him.

Coupled with the unique nature of the Blood-Clad Army, the ten thousand elites were all thrilled and felt deeply honored to be joining its ranks.

After Zhao Cheng explained the training regimen and the benefits they would receive, they were all stirred into a state of great excitement.

In less than half a day, the ten thousand elites had joined the main body of those undergoing physical tempering, and soon, the wailing and howling began.

Only then did they realize how terrifying the price of rapid advancement truly was.

It was quite literally a fate worse than death.

They could only wonder how those who came before them had managed to endure such training.

To this day, the original six thousand elites who had followed Zhao Cheng from the start, along with the Iron Eagle Elite, remained the most insane when it came to physical tempering.

With them as a benchmark, the other elites felt they could not afford to fall too far behind, even if it felt like they were dying.

And so, one by one, they gritted their teeth and trained with ferocity.

The Blood-Clad Army camp echoed with miserable shrieks every day; within a five-mile radius of the camp in Shanglin Park, not a single wild beast could be seen.

"My Lord, the girl has been brought here."

In the main hall, Duan Yu led a young girl inside. The girl timidly hid behind Duan Yu, walking with a slight limp.

She was thin