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The first thousand one hundred and ninety-four chapters nine princes, what kind of tactics are you?

Ever since they met Feng Qiyue, they would break down almost every three days.

Feng Qiyue is simply the nemesis of their Fenghua people.

The joint sparring session on the first day finally came to an end in the devastated mood of Fenghua students.

The Wuhua students left with great loyalty and grace, without taking a single cloud with them. The Fenghua students could only weep secretly, silently swallowing the bitter pill of the Wuhua students' contempt.

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They must work hard and never be looked down upon by the college ranked last. That would definitely hurt their self-esteem.

No, that night, countless Fenghua students who were stimulated secretly made up their minds to make Wuhua people look good one day.

At this time, the Fenghua Student Union was brightly lit, and He Lianxu was formulating a training plan overnight.

Mainly, today's Wuhua training gave him a big shock.

Especially when he saw Mo Qianyi's extremely tough and iron-fisted methods, He Lianxu felt that he had been too gentle in the past.

If this continues, the Fenghua students will definitely be far behind the Wuhua students. At that time, the mentality of the Fenghua students will completely collapse.

From this, Helianxu knew that he could never let it go any longer.

"Xu, can the students of our college tolerate your training plan? The intensity is ten times higher than before." On the side, Ouyang Ze watched in silence for a while, and felt his heart pounding.

How much stimulation did Xu have to receive to become so frantic?

"How does it compare to the humble one?" Helianxu asked him.

"That's not quite right," Ouyang Ze said honestly.

Today, he witnessed all of Wuhua's devil training with his own eyes, so he naturally knew the amount of Wuhua's training.

"Then the qualifications of Wuhua's students are so much worse than Fenghua's. They can handle it. There's no reason why Fenghua's students can't handle it, right?" He Lianxu said matter-of-factly.

"But Fenghua's students have always been pampered," Ouyang Ze reminded. To put it bluntly, they are all greenhouse flowers. Can they withstand such torture?

"If you are too pampered and your strength is not enough, tell them how to pamper yourself in the future. Training is voluntary. If you can't accept it, you don't have to come," He Lianxu said.

"Xu, have you been stimulated in any way? Why do I feel that you are competing with the Ninth Prince?" Ouyang Ze couldn't help but ask after hearing what Helian Xu said.

"You are thinking too much," Helian Xuyun said calmly.

"I hope so." Ouyang Ze sighed. He didn't want his friend to confront Mo Qianyi. The ninth prince of the Mo Kingdom was not someone he could mess with easily.

The next day, training continued.

Wuhua students still run 10,000 laps in the morning, while Fenghua students run an additional 1,000 laps in the morning.

This fact is simply a nightmare for some Fenghua students

But do they dare not run?

If they don't run away, President Helian should leave them alone.

So, knowing that they couldn't escape, they took the initiative to start running in the morning before the Wuhua students.

The Wuhua students looked at them blankly, looking at Mo Qianyi. They were waiting for Boss Mo's order.

But Mo Qianyi didn't say anything, so they had no choice but to stand there stupidly.

When most of Fenghua's students had run away, Mo Qianyi said, "Let's run."
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