"Instructor! Didn't the old CO bring Martial Artists here before? Why have they never mentioned any flaws or weaknesses?" the soldier asked, stunned.
"Because they're trash!" Qin Fan snorted, flicking a cigarette butt from between his fingers.
He jumped off the engine hood, picked up his backpack, and pulled out a transparent jar.
"Inside are seventeen Dan Pills, one for each of you. Swallow them! Today's a day off. Go back and study the notebooks in your hands. Figure out how to solve these flaws and weaknesses! Tomorrow, the sparring continues, and it will be even more brutal than the past few days! Be mentally prepared!"
After speaking, Qin Fan tossed the jar to the soldier in front of him. Then he casually slipped his hands into his pockets, turned his back, and strode away.
Silence spread in his wake. After a count of three, the soldiers snapped back to reality, shouting with ecstatic joy, "Yes, Instructor!"
