The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-1942

Deathfire Academy had been talking about the huge disparity of the competition.

During this period, Luoqiu increased the amount of training for his students. Many other students ran to watch Luoqiu’s class from outside the classroom. When they saw the astounding teaching of Luoqiu, all the onlookers felt that Shen Yanxiao’s small chance of victory was completely gone.

Luoqiu's teaching was already a lot higher than that of other mentors in general; how could it be worse now?

Many students were curious about Shen Yanxiao's training. However, the whole martial arts arena had been closed off, so that even a fly couldn’t sneak in. They could only stand outside the closed door and listen to the movements inside.

In fact, everyone thought that no matter how intense Shen Yanxiao's training was, it was absolutely impossible for them to win in a month.

A month was too short for them; even if they wanted to turn over a new leaf, it couldn’t be done so quickly.

In the martial arts arena, all the students were spread out on the ground. Each and every one of them was motionless as a dead dog.

It was only the second day of their closed-door training, but they felt like they had been training for a whole year.

If Shen Yanxiao's training for them before could be described as brutal, then everything in these two days could only be described as entirely insane.

By noon, all the teenagers felt that they no longer had strength to move their fingers.

Each of them had ten-kilogram sandbags wrapped around their hands and feet. The total weight of forty kilograms made each step harder than the last. What was more? Their training could not be as simple as walking.

Throughout the martial arts arena, they did not remember how many laps they had been forced to run. They ran madly all the way, and if they took even just half a pause, Shen Yanxiao would relentlessly lash her whip at them.

Shen Yanxiao's whip this time was not the fake one that Yang Xi had made. It was a thing that she had gotten from Kehr yesterday. It was not only tough, but also had many barbs on it. If one were struck by this whip, a layer of their skin and flesh would be peeled off.

What made them more bitter was the fact that as high undead, the wounds on their skin recovered at an alarming rate. The bone-deep, visible injuries that were inflicted on them in one second would begin to heal at once in the next second. Even if they wanted to play dead, they could not.

These two days, they seemed to be living in hell.

Except for eating and sleeping, they spent all their time in training. In fact, even when they were eating and sleeping, they couldn't take off the forty kilograms worth of sandbags on their bodies.

Even just carrying a bowl, two sandbags of 10 kilograms each were tied on their arms. Your mother! This was absolutely trying to kill them.

However, in the face of such a high-intensity training, there was still none among the teenagers that had begged for mercy, let alone quitting.

All the teenagers seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. They buried themselves in the harsh training with their hands and feet trembling. No one would stop before the training was over.

Shen Yanxiao sat in a chair at the sidelines, crossing her two legs while watching the group of tired and paralyzed teenagers. As far as their physical fitness was concerned, these teenagers could only be regarded as average. If not for the foundation they had built over the previous month, it was likely that they would not have been able to survive these past two days.

The strength of these teenagers had already been overdrawn. Right now, they relied solely on their own willpower to support themselves and continue to move forward.