The five kilometers were finally over. Lu Xun, the team leader he had chosen, had an advantage since he didn't do push-ups earlier like the others. Hence he managed to secure the second-to-last place, successfully overtaking Zhang Fan.
The gap between the members of the team was substantial. A few capable ones had already rested for ten minutes. Especially one good at running had used this time to recover his strength.
Though he couldn't compare with the King of Soldiers, such a result was already passable. There was still room for improvement, enough to truly cultivate qualified soldiers fit for the battlefield.
"Zhang Fan, step forward."
"Yes, Instructor!"
Zhang Fan was completely drenched in sweat. Although he could have gotten more camera time in such a state, portraying his misery would severely damage his image—and that was a significant problem.