Chén Zhāoyáng silently cheered himself on in his heart, his mind flashing with the various hardships he had experienced since his Rebirth. Those moments that once made him feel desperate and helpless had now become the driving force for him to persevere. Compared to those difficulties and obstacles, what did this bit of suffering right before his eyes even amount to?
He clenched his jaw tightly, forcing himself to concentrate and casting the physical exhaustion to the back of his mind. His legs seemed nailed to the ground as he stood firmly, maintaining a standard military posture. Sweat streamed down his forehead and soaked his clothes, but he paid it no mind, holding fast to only a single belief in his heart—to persevere to the end.
Finally, sustained by the students' bitter endurance, the instructor gave the order to rest. This command sounded like heavenly music, granting the students an immense sense of relief. One by one, like deflated balls, they collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily as if they had just survived a trial of life and death.
Chapter 107