"Wait, Teacher Qin Ming."
Lin Ye stepped forward. His voice was quiet, yet like a pebble dropped into still water, it instantly silenced the entire training ground.
Everyone turned toward him, puzzled.
Qin Ming stopped handing out the weighted rings and looked at Lin Ye in surprise.
"What is it?"
Lin Ye pointed at the weighted rings on the ground and said calmly, "I refuse to take part in this training."
"Refuse?"
Qin Ming frowned slightly. "Why? Basic physical conditioning is crucial. It squeezes every last drop of potential out of your body..."
Lin Ye interrupted him outright. "Squeezes? Teacher Qin, is that the heart of your training? Endless weighted runs, with a little team soul fighting thrown in, and nothing else?"
"Endless?"
At that, Qin Ming grew displeased.
"Lin Ye, I know you're exceptionally gifted, but there's sound reasoning behind my training methods."
"This is how I cultivated myself, and I became a Soul Emperor in my thirties!"
"Everyone on the Imperial Fighting Team has been training this way, too. The results are plain for all to see. Their strength has improved rapidly!"
"Isn't it a little rash to question it the moment you arrive?"
A trace of anger crept into Qin Ming's voice. He could tolerate being questioned, but questioning the Shrek training system he believed in so firmly was something he could not accept.
"Exactly!"
Yu Tianheng finally seized his chance. Unable to hold back any longer, he stepped forward with a sneer. "Lin Ye, you may be strong, but that doesn't mean you can dismiss all the experience our predecessors accumulated!"
"Teacher Qin's methods have stood the test of time. This is how we grew stronger!"
"You think weighted running is a waste of time? Easy to say when you're standing there without an aching back.