Canglang City, North Gate Drill Ground.
The northern wind was like a knife, whipping up the residual snow and dust on the ground and lashing at the bronze-colored skin of the bare-chested soldiers with crisp, snapping sounds.
Yet no one flinched. Hundreds of elite soldiers, handpicked from the Old Wolf Battalion, were currently formed into neat phalanxes, practicing the optimized Eight Forms of Blood Battle.
Chapter 162