A month passed.
It was the devil's time that every batch of reserved warriors of the First Reserved Camp had to go through. According to the chief instructor of the freshmen, Instructor Thuja, it was a process of going from ordinary to extraordinary. It might seem unbelievable, but it was actually very simple. All you had to do was break it down and rebuild it.
Indeed, the theory was to break it down and rebuild it.
For example, in the old civilization, if a weak boy wanted to become a muscular man, he would have to go through strength training.
The extreme combination could tear the tendon and replenish it with a large amount of protein, allowing the tendon to regrow. The regrown tendon would be stronger than before, and with that as the framework, the muscles would gradually take shape.
It sounded like a very simple matter.
However, when the seven new warriors faced it, it was hellish torture.
The devil's time in the First Reserved Camp was never a joke.
In the enclosed camp, one was only given six hours of sleep a day. The rest of the time, such as eating, cleaning, and the three urgent matters, were all gathered in 40 minutes.
What was the rest of the time? Training, training, and more training.
It was not a complicated training. Everything was basic, but it was also the most exhausting training.
In the morning, it was an hour of running with a 50 kg load.
After that, it was a lot of strength training. There were no extra movements, only core exercises such as squats, deadlifts, bench presses, and plank support.
Then, it was cardiopulmonary training, extreme running, and all kinds of jumps.
Then, it was the repetitive strength training, which was still core exercises.
After this round of training, there would be less than 10 minutes of rest before aerobic training with swimming as the main focus.
Lastly, it was the agility training, the most shameful of all. The hanging logs swayed at the same time, and the trainees had to weave through them and finish 10 laps within the specified time.
Andy, the little guy, completed the training with ease, but the others had to endure the torture of being beaten black and blue.
With such a heavy training load in the old civilization, even the most professional athletes and the best special forces soldiers would be overloaded.
However, it was just the beginning.
The devil's time did not give the trainees any breathing space. The burden would increase every three days, whether it was due to the change in weight, the change in distance, or the increase in the number of logs swaying.
There was no such thing as "rest" here.
You only have two choices, keep up or be eliminated.
At this point, no one was willing to admit defeat. At the very least, with only one day left of this' devil training ', everyone had reached the standard.
Of course, the results of the training were also astonishing.
At least, he could carry a 100kg load on his back and run for seven to eight hours at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour.
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"Time used: 56 seconds. Dodging success rate: 92%. Pass." Instructor Thuja held the stopwatch and read out Tang Ling's agility training results.
As soon as he finished speaking, a relaxed conversation broke out around him.
According to the rules of the day, agility training was the last training of the day. After it ended, every new warrior would receive a professional muscle relaxation massage and an ice bath.
To reduce muscle soreness the next day.
When that happens, there would be howls of 'pigs being slaughtered' echoing in the camp, and even the most refined of girls, Vivian and Christina, would do the same.
The technique of a professional masseuse was not bad, but when tired muscles were massaged vigorously, the sour and refreshing feeling was definitely not something that ordinary people could endure.
On top of that, the extreme enjoyment of an ice bath was even better.
Compared to the devil training, the agility training was still something that people looked forward to. Even if it was a little painful, the relaxation after that was extremely wonderful.
Moreover, after that, whether it was dinner or sleep, it would be the most enjoyable thing of the day, would it not?
"Tang Ling's 92% dodging success rate is only 1% lower than Andy's. Amazing!" Nothing new happened during the routine, so the daily results were the focus of everyone's discussion.
Tang Ling's improvement was dazzling. In terms of endurance, he was only weaker than Orston and Amir, and in terms of speed, he was only weaker than Andy, Yu, and Amir.
In terms of strength, he was on par with Amir and slightly weaker than Orston and Yu.
All in all, everyone agreed that Tang Ling was outstanding. He was the one with the best overall results.
After all, Amir was a genius.
Orston and Yu were also geniuses. Even though they were not as good as Amir, the support from their families allowed them to have a better foundation than the others.
Therefore, when Tang Ling was the last one to finish the agility training, the straightforward Christina could not help but praise him.
Compared to a dazzling genius, everyone was more willing to see the miracles created by the commoners.
Tang Ling shyly puckered his lips at Christina's compliment.
Orston spat on the ground in dissatisfaction and said loudly, "Christina, don't tell me you've fallen in love with this little shortie? If you have the balls, tell him to come and arm wrestle with me. I'll be waiting anytime. "
Christina rolled her eyes at Orston. This big fella loved to show off and always showed disdain for everyone's good results.
Yu leaned against a tree quietly and tossed a dagger in his hand repeatedly. He was still slurring his words, but it did not stop him from mocking Orston, "When will your dodging rate reach 90%? Orston? "
This was Orston's sore spot. His agility was the weakest among them, so when Yu interrupted him, he was rendered speechless. His embarrassment turned into anger as he shouted, "Yu, do you want to fight me one-on-one?"
"Anytime," Yu replied nonchalantly.
It was then that Instructor Thuja chimed in nonchalantly, "It's fine. Fight me one-on-one. I like energetic boys, so why don't the two of you increase your training load?"
His words made Orston whimper in pain, but everyone else laughed. Even Tang Ling could not help but chuckle.
It was midsummer. Even though it was scorching hot, the red sunset added a layer of faint golden radiance to everyone in the camp, making them look like the burning years of their youth.
A month of hard living, simple daily life, and spending time with each other did not just result in rapid improvement, but the friendship between the seven new warriors grew day by day as well.
Only when they were young could they transcend their background and settle down the pain of the past to invest themselves in new relationships, including Tang Ling.
He loved this kind of life. He did not have to think too much and all he had to do was to work hard every day. His companions might be competing with each other, but they were pure and clear.
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