Special Training (Three)

Oscar took a deep breath and approached the foot of the cliff, his stomach in knots. Copying Qin Muchu, he hooked both hands into cracks in the rock and hauled himself upward. But before he had climbed three meters, his arms began to tremble uncontrollably. He tried to steady himself, but the stone beneath his feet was too slippery. After several failed attempts to find a foothold, he swayed against the cliff face, looking ready to fall at any moment.

At last, he steeled himself and reached for another crack before his feet were secure. The result was inevitable. Fortunately, Xiao Wu caught him with Instant Teleportation again before he could fall into the pool.

"Again!" Zhao Wuji called, anger held tightly in check.

Oscar did not dare speak. This attempt went much better. As he reached the three-meter mark, he adjusted his body in advance. Even so, he failed to reach the top. At around ten meters, he lost his balance and fell again.

"I can't do it, Teacher Zhao. I really have no strength left. I'm giving up too." He sat on the ground, panting hard, his face full of dejection.

Zhao Wuji's face turned black as the bottom of a pot. "Give up? That's all you know how to do! Usually, every last one of you calls yourselves monsters, but when it matters, all you know how to do is give up. Ning Rongrong, you're next!" He swept a cold glance over the two sprawled on the ground. "Half portions at lunch tomorrow. Training continues as usual."

Ma Hongjun and Oscar exchanged a look. Each saw the bitterness in the other's eyes.

Ning Rongrong stepped up to the cliff. Her whole body ached, but the resolve in her eyes was almost frightening. She slowly hooked her hands