As Yan Lie spoke those words, the elite soldiers who had been knocked to the ground by him, even those with broken bones, all shot sidelong glances at Li Feng.
"Damn, this Sun Thief."
"Shit, he incited us to go forward and then hid behind like a cat. Li Feng, you treacherous scoundrel."
Liu Quan was also lying on the ground, with a broken arm, now coming back to his senses; he looked at Li Feng with gritted teeth, "Li Feng, you and I are irreconcilable—I'll remember you."
This time he had a high chance of passing the assessment; he had been in this training camp for three years.
Three years.
He was finally hopeful of leaving, returning to that glamorous world, holding a beauty in his arms, drinking red wine, indulging in pleasures, but now it was all over. With his broken arm, it would take at least three or four months to heal.
All of this was thanks to Li Feng.