Two days later.
At the Training Ground.
Li Zheng and his brothers from the Hardcore Grinder Group were doing wall-smashing training again.
Treatment in the recovery room had restored their stamina and energy, but hunger and exhaustion still lingered.
The all-night battles had gone on for two days.
The suffering had shot straight up.
While tormenting the Poluo Race, they clearly could not escape torment themselves.
They were inflicting a thousand losses on the enemy at the cost of five hundred of their own.
But once this extracurricular training began, there was clearly no stopping it.
It was like the dark forest rule. With no way of knowing whether the other side would launch a night raid, they had to prepare for a fight in advance, staying on high alert the entire time, afraid to fall asleep.
The situation at Water Valley Training Camp was the same.
They did not dare gamble on whether there would be a sneak attack at night either, and had to be ready to fight at any time.
But rather than stay tense, waiting for a vicious battle that might come, they might as well charge over and have it out.
So the all-night battles were unavoidable.
There was only one solution: one side had to swallow its pride and admit defeat, giving the other side a way to back down.
But everyone who entered the training camps was an elite of their race, with pride in their hearts. More importantly, embarrassing themselves away from home was one thing, but disgracing their race was absolutely unacceptable.
Caught in this tangle of conflicting feelings, neither camp's recruits backed down.
Even during regular training hours, they all acted as though they eagerly awaited the next round of brawling.
But only they knew how much they were suffering