Time slowly passed, and the contestants were on their way back. No one cheated, no one slacked off. As a member of the Special Forces, everyone had their dignity and honor to uphold, and they were above engaging in such acts. Luo Zheng saw that it was about time, and, along with Ghost Hand and others, left the monitoring room and headed to the outdoor training field.
Not long after, the shadow of a contestant appeared at the gate, staggering and on the verge of collapse, but never falling. His training clothes were soaked, sweat dripped from his face, and he was panting heavily, looking severely exhausted. It was Fu Di. Luo Zheng raised his wrist to check his watch and was pleasantly surprised that Fu Di not only arrived first but ten minutes early. This speed was nearly catching up to his own. He exchanged a look with Ghost Hand and the others.
