"But the instructors!" Bai Tingjiao refused to leave and tried to turn back, only to be grabbed and held back.
"Snap out of it. If even the instructors can't handle this, what could you do by going back?" Xiao Ran said gravely. He wanted to go back too, but he knew he would be of little use even if he did.
The dark clouds overhead gradually dispersed, yet their dim surroundings grew no brighter. Dust and sand rose into the air, the coarse grains stinging their skin. This was Tyranitar's ability—sand stream.
"Trust the instructors!" Zi Xinman said, having joined them without anyone noticing. This girl from Imperial Capital University had always been understated, yet no one could ever truly ignore her presence.
They stopped paying attention to the battle behind them and raced out of the forest. Only after they emerged from Phoenix Forest did the noise behind them gradually subside. Against all expectations, the battle had lasted a full two hours.
"Could any of you hold out through a two-hour battle?" Lin Mingzhe asked, sitting on a large boulder and panting.
Everyone fell silent at his question. Never mind two hours—how many of them could endure even one hour of continuous fighting, or even half an hour?
"Battles in the wilderness aren't just about strength. Stamina matters too!" Xiao Ran said with a sigh, looking toward the forest with a trace of worry.
The battle deep in the forest had ended, but they had no idea whether the instructors had won or lost. Still, they would probably find out soon, so they were in no hurry to leave. If the instructors really had won, one of them would likely catch up shortly.
Sure enough, before long, a black speck appeared deep in the forest and rapidly approached them.