Chapter 1911: Are You Convinced?

As everyone guessed, although Qin Yang was sweating profusely, he still completed the training task ordered by Grove with quality and quantity.

Qin Yang stood in front of Grove, panting, sweat on his forehead kept coming out, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

Grove rubbed his chin with his right hand and said lightly: "Return to the team!"

Qin Yang did not waste any words and went directly back to the team, and then the team started a new round of training again without any suspense.

Perhaps it was Qin Yang's stubborn performance twice that made Grove a little angry, so the intensity of the next task suddenly increased, and there was a wailing in the training camp.

After an hour, someone couldn't help but fall down, and as time went on, more and more people fell down.

Qin Yang gritted his teeth and followed the team to train silently. His mind was almost numb, and he no longer had more energy to care about the situation of others. He just carried out his own training almost mechanically.

Grove seemed determined to win today, and did not interrupt this high-intensity training at all. He just watched coldly as one student after another fell down, even fainted, without any intention of stopping.

Grove's eyes were always on Qin Yang, watching him seem to fall down at any time, but he didn't fall down. There was a little subtlety in Grove's eyes.

There were only thirty or forty people on the field who were still holding on. They were sweating profusely and pale, but they all gritted their teeth and persisted.

At this time, they were no longer competing with Grove, but with Qin Yang.

This competition was not a hostile competition, but a kind of unyielding spirit.

Others were new to the scene, and they could withstand such a sudden high-intensity training, and they were given two "special treatments" by Grove, and they basically didn't rest in between. He could still hold on, so why couldn't he hold on?

If I can't even hold on to this, and can't even beat Qin Yang, then what face do I have to compete with Qin Yang in the future? I'm afraid I won't even have the qualifications to be jealous...

"Stop!"

Grove looked at the fewer and fewer people, and then looked at Qin Yang who seemed to be about to fall down at any time, and finally stopped the training.

Most of the people who persisted sat down, and once the breath of persistence in their hearts was exhausted, they no longer had the strength to persist.

Qin Yang didn't sit down. He took a deep breath of cold air, staggered a few steps, grabbed a handful of fresh snow, and rubbed it hard on his face a few times.

The cold touch made Qin Yang's numb brain sober up a little. He adjusted his breathing, walked slowly, shook his numb legs and arms, and felt that his whole body seemed to no longer belong to him.

With training tasks to come, Qin Yang didn't dare to sit down. Sitting down meant relaxation, a temporary abandonment, and his tense nerves would relax as a result.

After a break, Grove's voice rang again.

"Everyone, assemble!"

The training began again.

There was no mercy, only the roar of the devil.

Fainted?

Rub it with snow and you will wake up, then continue!

Do you think you can skip training today if you faint? This is impossible!

Unless you are really seriously ill or dead, the training will not end!

Training, dinner, and more training.

Qin Yang felt that he had become a zombie, only knowing how to execute orders mechanically, mechanically force out the Dantian internal energy, constantly consuming, and constantly forcing his potential.

Even if it was only one day of practice, Qin Yang had deeply felt the almost numb mechanical practice, because the body was under great pressure all the time, and if you want to relieve the pressure, you have to force out the internal energy.

Even if the Dantian has been exhausted, you have to squeeze it out like squeezing a sponge, and this process is the most hardworking practice, and the effect is many times faster than practicing internal energy at home.

Qin Yang also understood why this training camp was so successful. How could their strength not improve after half a year of crazy training?

"502 stay, the others disband!"

Everyone turned to look at Grove in surprise. The day's training was over, but he still refused to let 502 go?

Is he going to beat them to death?

Although they were complaining in their hearts, no one said anything. Most people dispersed quickly, leaving only a few people walking slowly, ready to watch the fun.

Grove did not give these people a chance to watch the fun. He walked up to Qin Yang and said coldly: "Are you convinced?"

Qin Yang replied in a deep voice: "Report to the instructor, I don't understand."

Grove snorted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense to me. If you are convinced, go back to sleep. If you are not convinced, follow me!"

Grove walked out after he finished speaking. Qin Yang stayed where he was, with a slightly hesitant look on his face.

The people who were dispersing around also stopped and looked at Qin Yang curiously, wanting to see how Qin Yang would decide.

Li Yanxi, Liu Fuyu, Louis and others all had different expressions. Louis even gestured to Qin Yang, asking him to come over and go back to the dormitory together. The implication was that he should give up quickly.

What's the benefit of going against the butcher?

Isn't that asking for trouble?

Although Li Yanxi did not make a gesture, her eyes were worried, because she knew Qin Yang's character, and it was not easy for him to admit defeat. Liu Fuyu's mouth corners were slightly raised, because in her opinion, Qin Yang would never admit defeat.

As in the current situation, if Qin Yang was really wrong, he might admit defeat, but Qin Yang was not wrong. The butcher deliberately tormented him and wanted him to admit defeat. How could he admit defeat?

If he admitted defeat, it would be either that he had changed, or that his understanding was not deep enough...

Qin Yang looked at Li Yanxi and others, and then turned his head to look at Grove who was slowly walking out of the camp.

How to choose?

Qin Yang was a little entangled in his heart. Reason told him that he should go back to sleep obediently. As Li Yanxi said, it was not a shame to admit defeat to the instructor in the training camp. A word from the instructor could make you tired, and you couldn't beat him.

This is the Supreme Training Camp, not outside.

Only strength matters here. All other external factors have no effect here. No one will care how much power and glory you have outside...

Submit or not?

Admit or not?

Admit, everything will be comfortable. I guess he won't target me anymore. According to today's training intensity, I shouldn't be tortured to death. But if I don't admit, then maybe from now on, hell will begin.

Qin Yang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. Damn it, I came here to suffer, not to enjoy. I'll die if I want to!

Why should I admit?

Qin Yang smiled at Li Yanxi and others, then turned around, stepped on his stiff legs, and chased after Grove.