Physical Education (Part Two)

The freckled youth was taken away. In the 75th century, medical technology was highly advanced, and as long as a person still had breath, they would not die.

 However, his experience let all the students witness the brutal side of the instructor and understand the consequences of challenging him.

 Lesson is the best teacher, and tyranny is the nemesis of mischief-makers.

 The troublemakers suddenly became well-behaved, and no one dared to challenge the authority of the instructor anymore. Whatever Dandy Bag said, the students would do without any discount.

 In this situation, when Instructor Dandy Bag proposed running ten laps around the kilometer-long playground, the only thing the students could do was to obey.

 Under the scorching sun, a group of students was running with all their might.

 They ran until they were sweating profusely, feeling as if they were about to collapse, but no one dared to slow down their pace.

 Running for ten kilometers was a huge challenge for anyone. Reno could feel his legs becoming heavier and heavier, and it became increasingly difficult to take steps forward. His throat felt like it was on fire, and he was on the verge of exhaustion.

 As he ran, he lost count of how many laps he had completed. He ran mechanically and numbly, feeling as if his body was no longer his own, just instinctively moving forward.

 Until the whistle sounded, Reno even felt a hint of confusion in his eyes, unsure if it was the signal to stop, before realizing that he hadn't heard it at all.

 Because he saw the instructor limping over, kicking fiercely at the students who were last in line.

 Heaven knew how he managed to perform those actions with a limp leg.

 The students stopped one after another, lying down on the ground without any semblance of dignity, exhausted on the playground, emitting loud cries.

 But misfortune did not end there.

 "No lying on the ground! Everyone, get up!" Dandy Bag roared as he approached.

 The students struggled to stand up amidst their cries, but some couldn't get up once they lay down.

 Short and wiry Lachi lay sprawled on the ground: "I can't get up anymore. I really can't get up. Even if you kill me, I can't get up."

 "Oh, really? Since that's the case, then let me kill you!" The instructor walked over, pulled out a gun from his waist, and aimed it at Lachi's head.

 He used an old-fashioned gun, although its power was not great, the sensation of heat and strong threat it brought as the bullet grazed past the ear was far superior to a Gauss pistol, and there was no need to worry about splash damage.

 The hot flow whizzed past Lachi's face and hit the ground, scaring Lachi pale. He suddenly got up.

 "Wow, what a pity, I missed." The instructor whistled and said, aiming the gun at Lachi again.

 Lachi's face turned pale with fear: "No, no, I've already stood up!"

 "So what? I said I was going to kill you. Do you think I'm joking?" The instructor said in a cold tone, aiming the gun at Lachi's forehead again.

 He actually intended to take another shot.

 Lachi was terrified to the point of almost wetting himself.

 "You have ten seconds to run away," the instructor said. "I'll start counting now. One..."

 Lachi stared at the instructor blankly, motionless.

 "Why aren't you running yet?" Reno shouted.

 Lachi snapped out of his daze and ran away.

 The instructor gave Reno a meaningful glance and began counting, his voice cold and ruthless, as all the students watched him trembling with fear.

 They didn't want to believe that the instructor would really kill someone, but once he started, the coldness and cruelty he displayed had thoroughly shocked them.

 Watching Lachi run away quickly, the instructor grinned and continued counting, "Three... Look, not only can he stand up, but he can also run. The potential of human beings is infinite... Five... Six..."

 "Seven... Eight... Nine..." Dandy Bag counted, raising the gun with a malicious gleam in his one eye.

 He aimed the gun at Lachi's back, slowly pulling the trigger.

 "No!" Reno shouted. Although he didn't believe the instructor would actually kill someone, he couldn't help but shout at that moment.

 He rushed forward, grabbed Dandy Bag's arm, and raised the gun into the air.

 Bang!

 The gun went off.

 The bullet pierced through, splattering blood from the arm of a distant figure.

 The bullet hit him, almost shattering his entire arm.

 He screamed in pain, falling down, crying out loudly. Medical personnel quickly arrived with a rescue vehicle, opened the rescue compartment, and put Lachi inside.

 The scene shocked the students, and Reno stared blankly at Lachi, then at Dandy Bag. "You actually fired a gun."

 "Oh, I thought you all had realized this before that scoundrel showed up." The instructor replied nonchalantly, kicking Reno in the chest, sending him flying out. "But speaking of which, you dared to stop me. You've got some guts."

 The gun was once again aimed at Reno.

Reno stared at Dandy Bag with wide eyes.

Everyone's hearts were suspended.

The one-eyed man chuckled, "Afraid? If you're scared, you can beg for mercy."

Reno remained silent, just staring fiercely at the limp instructor, like he was facing a wolf.

"What? You think staying silent will help? Well, since you're so brave, I'll give you a chance. If you pass my test, I might spare your life."

Pass a test?

The students were puzzled. What test?

 But Dandy Bag didn't say anything.

 He just looked at Reno, emitting a threatening chuckle. The killing intent on his face made everyone believe that if Reno's answer displeased him, he would blow off Reno's head with a single shot.

 And that was something the rescue compartment couldn't save.

 Speaking of which, did Alpha Academy's studies have a death quota?

No one knew, and no one dared to confirm.

 Reno looked at Bag.

 He looked at the limp instructor's grinning face.

 After a long while, he suddenly said, "I don't know what test you're talking about, but my answer is... if you want to kill me, then kill yourself first!"

 He suddenly made a move, grabbing Bag's arm, twisting it, pulling it back, and then delivering a knee strike. He attempted to use the same moves Bag used to disable the freckled youth. However, it was his first attempt, and he didn't grasp the basics properly. He grabbed the wrong spot, couldn't break Bag's arm, couldn't pull Bag completely towards him, missed the knee strike, and failed to hit Bag with the elbow strike.

 It was a complete failure.

 Most importantly, the gun didn't leave Bag's hand.

 Dandy Bag just shook his arm, breaking free from Reno's grip. He raised the gun again, aiming it at Reno's head.

 Reno's actions seemed to pause as if someone pressed pause.

 Watching this scene, everyone was stunned, shocked.

 Only Dandy Bag looked at Reno, his one eye sparkling brightly.

 His shoulders moved a few times, and then he burst into laughter,

Then he raised the gun and fired.

 Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

 The successive gunshots startled every student, making some close their eyes in fear.

 When the gunfire ceased and they opened their eyes again, they found Reno standing unharmed, while Dandy Bag slowly lowered his arm from the air. It turned out that those shots were all fired into the empty space.

 He said, "Correct answer."