Peng Shaohua's forehead veins were throbbing, his eyes full of murderous intent as he glared at this group of men whose bones seemed to have hardened into iron plates, wishing he could stuff each of them into a dog's hole.
"Haha! Did you see that, Tan Yulin? The hardship we went through back then, these youngsters are finally getting a taste of it!"
Chiang Yi, who came to enjoy the show, laughed so hard that his belly hurt, and he couldn't stop slapping his thigh while sitting on the chair. Even Ye Feng, who was always serious, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
At this moment, in the entire training ground, only Peng Shaohua and An Yiqing seemed normal.
Because An Yiqing had been soaked in medicinal baths by Ye Chenghong since childhood, her body's flexibility was very good. Although not as abnormal as Peng Shaohua's, twisting herself into several segments of a pretzel was an easy task for her.
