Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 519: No Way Out

Chapter 519: Chapter 519: No Way Out

Liu Quan had barely finished speaking when, at the entrance to the barracks, Li Feng slowly walked out, still exhaling steamily.

Liu Quan turned his head to look at Li Feng, his face full of mocking smiles, thinking this guy really had no clue about the situation, actually thinking that the Guard Camp was some nightclub where he could do whatever he wished.

The instructor turned to look at the approaching Li Feng, lifted his wrist to check his watch, "Li Feng, you are exactly a minute and a half late."

"Oh, got it."

Got it.

The instructor’s face looked terrible; it seemed this guy still didn’t understand the situation, moving directly up to Li Feng.

"Li Feng, I know you were personally sent here by the battalion commander, but here, I don’t care what identity you had outside or what family background you possess, here, you are just a new recruit."

"Violate the regulations, and you will face punishment. Right now, do five hundred push-ups on the spot."

"Instructor, are you serious?"

Li Feng looked at the instructor, who stepped forward, getting close to Li Feng, "Either, do five hundred push-ups right here, right now, or I’ll beat you up. Choose one."

Liu Quan watched the languid Li Feng from the line, sneering repeatedly, thinking he was dealing with a greenhorn who thought this was a vacation; none of these instructors were pushovers, no matter what background or family you had outside, here, you still had to endure beatings.

And after getting beaten, you couldn’t even think of revenge.

"Five hundred, huh?"

Li Feng immediately bent over, got down on the ground, and the instructor, seeing Li Feng caving, scoffed, "Liu Quan."

"Present."

"You count. If he misses even one, you do ten."

"Yes!"

Liu Quan looked a bit livid as he stepped out of line; the instructor was clearly doing this on purpose by making him monitor Li Feng, but for Li Feng, a newcomer, to do five hundred push-ups.

Forget five hundred, even a hundred would be impressive if he could do it.

"Everyone else, turn left, five kilometers run, begin."

As the majority started running, Liu Quan looked at Li Feng, "What are you looking at, hurry up and do it."

Li Feng looked up at Liu Quan, "Are you sure you won’t go easy on me? You heard the instructor too, if I can’t do it, you have to pay ten-fold. Right now, we’re in the same boat."

"Who the hell is in the same boat with you?" Liu Quan disdainfully looked at Li Feng, "Li Feng, it seems there are some things you still don’t understand."

"Oh!"

Liu Quan scoffed, "I know what you’re thinking; you want to resist passively and hope they just kick you out so you can escape this ordeal."

"Heh, if that’s what you think, then I must say you are truly naive."

Liu Quan knew Li Feng’s mindset like the back of his hand, because he had the same thoughts when he first entered Guard Camp, but here, no one would coddle you.

"Those who are picked for the military due to their scores might get sent back to their original units if they perform poorly, but backdoor entries like you don’t fall into that category."

"To leave this training camp, there’s only one way out, and that is to complete all the new recruit training subjects. Otherwise, you will stay training here like a repeater, if not three months, then half a year, and if half a year doesn’t suffice then a whole year."

As Liu Quan said this, he also felt waves of unpleasant memories; truly thought that entering via a backdoor meant just coming in to gold-plate oneself and sauntering around before leaving.

Wishful thinking.

To be thrown in here meant don’t even think about someone pulling you out.

Li Feng sighed and looked at Liu Quan, "Listening to you, you seem to have been through it too. How many years have you stayed here?"

Clearly, Li Feng had struck a sensitive nerve in Liu Quan, who coldly glanced at him, "Three years, but with my current strength, completing the recruit exercises is no longer a pressure, so this is my last time staying here."

Liu Quan mentioned this with great pride, having graduated from Devil Training Camp showed he had met the physical standards of a warrior, which for a privileged second-generation was very impressive.

"Three years, so you’ve gone through this new recruit training ten times, tsk, tsk."

Liu Quan was a bit annoyed as he looked at Li Feng, thinking this Sun Thief still didn’t understand the horror of Devil Training Camp.

"Hmph, you can still talk about these things now, I won’t bother arguing. I’m telling you clearly, in these three years, there haven’t been just one or two like you sent in here, almost each session had two or three."

"But those who are left, only six remain, including that fatty Wen Le, who arrived a few days before you."

"You must be very curious about where the others are."

Li Feng looked at Liu Quan, who was intentionally being mysterious, "If they’re not here, they must have graduated. It seems like you should belong to the group of hangers-on."

Liu Quan twitched and coldly stared at Li Feng, "Graduated, in my three years here, only two have graduated, one of them took a year and a half, the other just left last session."

"As for the other twenty-something people, three died, two went mad, and the rest became disabled, disposed of from Guard Camp like trash."

"You must be thinking that just leaving would be quite pleasant, heh, I can tell you, those thrown out like trash here, maybe you could still live a life of drunken revelry, but you could only live like a worthless piece of trash."

"Of course, for some trash, that might even be fulfilling, so if you can’t endure, don’t stubbornly try to, it’s also quite good for someone like you to live as a useless profligate."

"So, find an opportunity to injure yourself, don’t harbor any illusions. Didn’t I tell you yesterday, today, there will come a chief instructor, an instructor well-known by the nickname King Yan."

"Under his coaching, at least three to five new recruits die each year."

Li Feng looked up at Liu Quan, quirking up a corner of his mouth, "Injuring myself is out of the question, I’m scared of pain."

Liu Quan scoffed, "Li Feng, I’m not joking with you, and since you can’t even do these five hundred push-ups, don’t even think about surviving under Instructor King Yan."

Li Feng glanced at Liu Quan and immediately leaned down to start doing push-ups, Liu Quan coldly watched Li Feng’s actions, believing this guy really thought he could endure it.

Liu Quan looked towards Wen Le, who was still doing those three hundred push-ups not far away, hoping that he wouldn’t give up too quickly.

Otherwise, it would be a lot less fun.

"Hey, are you counting?" Li Feng suddenly spoke up.

Liu Quan snorted, "Twenty-seven, still four hundred seventy-three to go."

He really believed he could do five hundred push-ups? Doing five hundred push-ups was something he might achieve in three months.

This guy, managing to do a hundred in one go would be remarkable.