Chapter 1897 They Lost Miserably

More than a dozen boys all looked confused. Although they were indeed favored by Mo Nan, the speed just now was so fast that no one could react.

How did she do it so quickly?

How did she do it so well?

Is it too strong?

But she clearly looks like a little girl.

And she is so beautiful, she looks so fragile.

"Since you have lost, just listen to me." Mo Nanchong said, "I will train you now. Do as I say. Train your physical fitness first, and I will give you a suitable training method. Wait a moment , come over and teach you how to shoot."

After hearing Mo Nanchong's words, no one dared to refute.

Now I somewhat believe that Mo Nanchong should really be the person Lian Kuang found to train them, but this girl is too evil.

It's really weird to be so young, so beautiful, and yet so powerful in martial arts.

After arranging the things to be done for physical training, Mo Nanchong thought for a while, whether to arrange fighting first. She felt that there were problems with the methods of this group of people.

Although the kung fu is actually not weak yet, everyone uses it incorrectly, so the kung fu is also uneven.

If you can improve your skills, not only will it not be too difficult to fight, but it will also be more powerful.

A group of people were training, and Mo Nanchong was waiting with his chin on his side.

A dozen boys also felt embarrassed because they lost to Mo Nanchong, so they didn't dare to be lazy or refute.

After the physical training was over, Mo Nanchong asked a few more people to stand.

"How does this thing stand?"

When they saw that the piles were so small and the distance between them was so wide, some people had some objections and felt that this was not possible.

"Just stand like this." Mo Nanchong jumped onto the Zhuangzi, which was about half a person tall, with a slight leap, and then she stood firmly on the pile.

She looked at the others and said, "Just stand like me."

"Fuck, that's awesome!"

"Boss, how long will we stand? Will you stand with us?"

"Stand with us. If you don't stand, we won't stand either."

A group of people stared at Mo Nanchong.

Mo Nanchong: "..."

"Okay, I'll stay with you as long as I stay with you. We'll have to stand for at least an hour."

Everyone's faces turned dark when they heard Mo Nanchong's words, "One hour?"

It feels like it’s hard to hold on for even ten minutes, but wouldn’t it be fatal for an hour?

But Mo Nanchong said this, everyone, look at me and I look at you. After hesitating for a moment, he still stood up.

Anyway, Mo Nanchong said it herself, everyone should stand together for an hour. If they can't stand, can she still hold on for another hour?

Girls' physical strength is definitely not as good as boys', and Mo Nanchong is definitely not better than them.

Everyone stood on the wooden piles.

Within ten minutes, people started screaming.

"Fuck, I can't help it anymore, my legs are so sore, I'm going to fall, please help me!"

"I can't stand it either. My legs are so sore. They're going to break. They're going to break!"

"This is not something humans do. I can't do it anymore. Boss, can we end it? You can end it too. We'll give you a step down!"

Mo Nanchong: "I don't need steps. I'm fine. You all just hold on."

Everyone was complaining, it had never been so miserable.

They thought that Mo Nanchong wouldn't be able to hold on for long, but in the end, she stood for half an hour without even breaking a sweat.

"It's really not possible!"

"My legs are going to split!"

"Boss, we beg for mercy, please let us go!"

All the people let out bursts of wailing. They were now standing on the pile, neither getting down nor getting down. They were in terrible pain.

It looked like he was about to fall, but he didn't dare to fall directly for fear of hurting himself.

For an hour, everyone who persisted was sweating profusely.

Mo Nanchong was still calm and gentle, she didn't even drop a drop of sweat. When she jumped from the wooden stake to the ground lightly, she looked at a dozen boys.

These boys looked like they had crawled out of hell, and all of them had very ferocious expressions.

"Help!"

"Boss, can you help me? I can't get down!"

"No, my legs are going to split!"

"Help! God!"

Mo Nanchong acted as if nothing had happened. She tilted her head and looked at everyone, then walked over, gently supported a person's arm, and pulled that person off the wooden stake first.

Then, she started picking people up one after another.

These dozen or so big boys were all sitting with their legs split apart when they landed on the ground, their legs trembling crazily in pain.

"You, you are not a human being!" A boy looked at Bai Qiao pitifully, "How could you be okay at all!"

"It'll be better if you practice more often." Mo Nanchong said calmly, "The more you practice, the more you will get used to it. You guys have too little endurance. No wonder Lian Kuang wants to train you."

A dozen boys looked at Mo Nanchong in confusion, "So, boss, do we have any other training?"

"Of course there are. The arrangements for you are clear." Mo Nanchong glanced at a group of older boys, "Go to the back to practice shooting first, and I will see how your shooting skills are."

"shooting?"

Someone's eyes lit up, "This is no big deal."

The shooting among them is indeed pretty good.

They all thought that when the time came, they would be able to impress Mo Nan Chong in front of her.

Mo Nanchong's face was calm. She said oh and led the group to the shooting gallery.

Then she started letting people show off her abilities.

As a result, although a group of people said that they were pretty good, few of them had won ten rings in a row.

Mo Nan Chong held his chin, "Do you have any misunderstanding about being powerful? Do you call this being powerful?"

Everyone: "..."

They really think they are pretty powerful.

At this level, it can be considered as good.

"Let me show you." Mo Nanchong went directly to design. She made more than a dozen times in succession, and every time she got red hearts.

Everyone was stunned, their mouths opened as if they could swallow an egg.

"You, how did you do that?"

"No, aren't your hands sore from shooting continuously?"

The recoil of this gun is still very powerful, but Mo Nanchou, a girl with such slender arms, didn't seem to receive any force when he used it.

How on earth did she do it?

Everyone was looking at Mo Nanchong with extremely complicated expressions.

"Why are your hands sore? Sore hands mean you are not strong enough." Mo Nanchong said coldly, "Do you still think you are powerful? You are not even as good as me. How can you say you are powerful?"

Everyone: "..."

Not even as good as her? Are you talking human language?