Interstellar Lightning-style Battle
Translator: Lordbluefire
After he stopped his cultivation, Feng Lin immediately rushed to the training ground.
Very soon, the other freshmen all arrived in small groups of three to five people. They stood in neat rows with straight backs and quietly waited.
The fierceness of the instructor was known to all. If someone dared to defy his orders, they would instantly be lashed.
Devil training paid particular attention to iron-blooded discipline. It was a good way to see if one's will was strong enough or not.
If they got on the wrong side of the instructor, they wouldn't even have a place to cry even if they wanted to cry.
Thud, thud, thud!
The sounds of footsteps rang out.
The instructor walked over, and there were a bunch of robots behind him, bringing micro-mecha armors with them.
"Is the instructor going to try some new tricks?"
The freshmen exchanged glances, feeling somewhat depressed in their hearts.