168, Special Training

The next day, 6 a.m.

On the training ground.

Lin Zichen looked around and found that all the injured from yesterday had recovered.

The genius from the limping military district couldn't limp anymore.

Ma Xiwei's chest wasn't sunken in.

Zhang Kai, who was almost paralyzed, was now as agile as a monkey.

You could only say that the medical methods in the military district were truly strong.

It was like they could resurrect the dead, mend flesh and bones.

Soon.

Instructor Lu Tianrong arrived.

After a quick glance to see that all the participants for the special training had arrived, he led everyone towards a building up ahead.

In just a moment, they arrived on the second floor of that building—the special training room.

Lin Zichen looked around the interior curiously.

He saw many sealed glass containers.

These glass containers were quite large.

They were estimated to be 2 meters long, 2 meters wide, and 3 meters high, accommodating several people.