"Urgh!"
After running several hundred meters, Ning Rongrong, her face still full of alarm and uncertainty, couldn't hold back her nausea and threw up every last bit of breakfast.
She turned around and angrily pointed at Gangzi, cursing:
"You old bastard, what are you doing now?"
"Weren't you complaining yesterday that the training was too easy? Today, I'm raising the intensity."
At that, Ning Rongrong froze. Yesterday, she'd been the loudest of them all.
She'd declared that the training wasn't difficult at all and that she couldn't see what good it did.
Well, now she'd lifted a rock only to drop it on her own foot.
But after thinking about her own trial, she still had six hundred laps to run today. She couldn't be bothered to waste any more time arguing with this shameless bastard.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have enough time to finish her trial.
"You win this round. Just you wait."
Ning Rongrong pulled some cotton from her Soul Tool and stuffed it into her nostrils, then hoisted her little bamboo basket onto her back and started running laps again.
The other students exchanged glances for a moment, then hurried after her.
They were all geniuses. None of them wanted to fall too far behind.
Still, they hadn't expected Gangzi to be this utterly deranged.
Every time they returned to the starting point, Gangzi fired off an energy blast.
To keep the poisonous fog going, he even summoned Luo Sanpao. Man and beast stuffed carrots into their mouths nonstop.
Then they let loose a steady stream of poisonous gas.
Little Rabbit had already thrown up every last bit of breakfast, but in the end, even she couldn't take it anymore.
"Tang San, can't you do something about that Fart Immortal reincarnate?"
"Sister Xiao Wu still has sixty laps