One day earlier, back to September 9, 2017
At the Inner Sect Training Ground of the Li Family Mansion, a symphony of agony reminiscent of the depths of the Purgatory was passionately playing.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!"
"It's gonna break, it's really gonna break!"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much I'll die!"
The moans and screams of dozens of young boys and girls filled the atmosphere with a ghastly horror, akin to the Underworld.
Wang Jiu stood on the high platform, somewhat puzzled as he looked at the students rolling on the ground below, curious why they had the strength to roll and scream but not to complete the super circulation he designed. Did they still want to perform well in the Cyan Cloud competition or not?
Suddenly, a feeble voice came from below his feet: "Points, of course, we want to... but the premise is, we have to be alive until the competition."
