I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Ma Teng!" Wu Hanfeng shouted to Ma Teng, the only one left on the track, "Are you still okay?"

Ma Teng had already run about twenty or thirty meters ahead.

His face was as white as a sheet of paper, and his lips were completely bloodless.

But he kept running.

His legs seemed to be controlled by something, moving forward mechanically without stopping for even a moment.

"I...can do it..." Ma Teng's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Wu Hanfeng silently praised him.

Actually, Ma Teng has the weakest physical constitution among the four.

But they are also the ones who can push themselves the hardest.

Knowing he was about to die, he still kept pushing forward.

These soldiers, once trained, become the most ruthless.

"Stop forcing yourself, break through when you need to, don't hesitate!" Wu Hanfeng shouted.

Ma Teng turned his head and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Wu Hanfeng.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only managed a very soft "hehe".

Then his legs gave way, and he collapsed like a cooked noodle.

Wu Hanfeng grabbed him.

This time, instead of laying the person flat, he first grabbed their wrist and probed for a few seconds.

[Ma Teng: Breakthrough successful! Breakthrough progress 100%!]

[Breakthrough method: Fatigue-induced syncope. Vital signs are stable, no life-threatening danger.]

Same as the previous ones.

They were all exhausted, but there was no danger to their lives.

However, Ma Teng's physical burden was clearly heavier than the others, and his pulse was slightly faster than the other three.

However, it's still within a safe range; a short rest will suffice.

Wu Hanfeng laid Ma Teng down and shouted towards the side of the track, "Fifth! Come and finish!"

After shouting, he continued to charge forward.

The medics were truly calm this time.

Four young men carried a stretcher and walked this way in unison with measured steps.

The person leading the group said to the person next to him, "Guess what this person's dream is? The one before that dreamed of braised pork, and the one before that dreamed of chicken legs. This one isn't dreaming of a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, is he?"

"I feel this is the worst; it seems like he doesn't even have the strength to dream anymore."

"That's not necessarily true. Look closely, his mouth is moving too, as if he's saying something..."

As the group approached, they saw that Ma Teng's mouth was indeed moving.

The sounds produced were indistinct, like chewing something.

"I...I can't finish it...I'll...take it to go..."

Medic: "..."

Well, another dream about food.

Are these guys here to train, or are they here to starve?

After Ma Teng was lifted onto a stretcher, the track finally became quiet.

Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, Sun Dawei, and Hao Qiang, who was carried away earlier, five of the six members of the peak class have fallen.

The only one still standing was Wu Hanfeng.

The playground was eerily quiet.

The wind blew across the track, kicking up a cloud of coal dust.

The ash fell on Wu Hanfeng's training boots, making a soft rustling sound.

He stood in the middle of the track, his back to his brothers who had collapsed on stretchers.

The sunlight shone from behind, stretching his shadow long and straight.

His backpack was bulging, the thirty red bricks making its edges stand out.

From behind, he looks like a human-shaped iron tower carrying a mountain on his back.

Everyone on the playground was watching him.

The students in the regular class had all stopped their duck-like movements and were craning their necks to stare at the only person still moving on the track.

"He...is he going to run again?"

"No way... Five people have already fainted, shouldn't he stop by now..."

"But...look at his legs, they're still moving..."

It is indeed moving.

Wu Hanfeng showed no sign of stopping.

He glanced down at the system panel.

[Current Host Status]

Stamina: 11%

[Muscle Load: Danger Zone]

[Limit Breakthrough Progress: 85%]

85 percent.

It's still 15 percent short.

Wu Hanfeng took a deep breath.

The air I inhaled felt like it was on fire, burning all the way from my throat to my lungs.

He looked up and gazed at the end of the track.

Then he started walking and sped up again.

Holy crap!!!

"He's going to speed up!!!"

"Wu Hanfeng sped up!!!"

The students in the regular classes outside the playground suddenly erupted in cheers.

"No way! All five of them are unconscious! And he's still trying to run away?!"

"Does he think he's some kind of genius? Does he have to run until the sixth person is completely exhausted before he's satisfied?"

"I'm fucking speechless! Is this some kind of suicide mission?!"

"Quick! Look at Captain Qin!"

Qin Gang rushed toward the edge of the track like a madman.

He ran even faster than when Wu Hanfeng was chasing and inspecting him earlier.

The expression on his face could no longer be described as shock; it was a hysterical breakdown on the verge of collapse.

"Wu Hanfeng! You stop right there!!"

Qin Gang ran and shouted, his voice so hoarse it sounded like it had been sanded.

Wu Hanfeng glanced back at him, panting, and called out, "Captain Qin, don't worry, I'm almost there!"

"Breakthrough my ass! Stop right now! Five people have already fainted! That's enough for today!"

"Captain Qin, this won't do."

"All five of them have broken through. If I, as the squad leader, don't break through, how am I supposed to lead the troops back home!"

"You're no soldier! You're just a cadet! I'm your squad leader! You stop right there! That's an order!"

"Captain Qin, orders should be given according to the situation! My legs are out of control right now, I can't stop them even if I want to!"

"Bullshit! You're running faster than a rabbit!"

The two ran on the track, and the other chased after them from the side of the track, with a distance of twenty or thirty meters between them.

Liu Zhen and Song Yizhou followed.

They flanked from both sides, one on the left and one on the right.

"Wu Hanfeng! Stop right now! Captain Qin told you to stop, so stop! That's an order!"

"Did you hear me! Running again is disobeying orders!"

Wu Hanfeng turned around and waved to them: "Team Leader Liu, Squad Leader Song, you're here too! Want to run together? I just warmed up and I'm feeling great!"

"Warm up my ass!" Liu Zhen cursed angrily. "You've already run thirteen or fourteen kilometers! And you're still warming up? Do you know that in a few hundred meters you might pass out like Hao Qiang?!"

"It would be better if I fainted!" Wu Hanfeng went completely mad, laughing, "Fainting means I've broken through! That's what I came to the training team for! If I really do faint, I'll have to thank you!"

"Madman! This madman!" Song Yizhou shouted as he chased after him, his legs trembling.

He spent half the night writing a self-criticism, and only managed to get a short nap in his dorm before dawn.

His physical fitness is not as good as Qin Gang's now, and he was pulled away by Wu Hanfeng after chasing for less than 100 meters.