Chapter 20: Chapter 20 – You Are the Worst Class I Have Ever Trained!

The werewolf ranks were utterly disorganized—only a few managed to keep pace beside their leader.

Though their physical strength was formidable, their endurance varied; after such a long run, few could still maintain full speed.

To make matters worse, the werewolves lacked discipline. Their leader cared only for himself, scattering his team across the entire field until their formation was a mess of uneven gaps.

They were, quite literally, everywhere.

When the werewolf chief noticed Chloe ignoring him, fury twisted his features. He raised his middle finger at her.

But before he could lower it in smug triumph, a dark blur flashed before him—Anderson appeared out of nowhere and struck the chief square in the face with a single, bone-cracking punch.

Even Chloe hadn’t seen when he moved; his speed was ghostlike, his punch clean and merciless. The moment it landed, he slipped back into line as if nothing had happened.

While the dazed werewolf leader was still processing what had happened, Chloe curved her lips into a smirk and sprinted ahead, her entire vampire squad following close behind.

In a thunderous rush, the blood clan overtook the werewolves with ease, surging forward in unison.

After a brief rest, the young recruits had adapted well.

At the rear, Yavi dragged himself past the werewolf leader, raising his own middle finger in blatant provocation before catching up with his team.

The werewolf chief stood frozen, his face swollen and bruised, utterly bewildered. By the time he came to his senses and began cursing furiously, Chloe’s squad was already far ahead—his shouting was swallowed by the wind.

Gradually, the distance between races widened.

The vampires and humans maintained tight, disciplined ranks at the front, while the werewolves and elves lagged behind in loose, straggling clusters.

Chloe glanced sideways at the human commander running beside her.

He didn’t even blink, his eyes fixed straight ahead, completely oblivious—or perhaps indifferent—to her gaze.

Neither spoke; they simply led their squads forward in silent competition.

At last, they crossed the finish line side by side.

Instructor Ren Yunying, stopwatch in hand, recorded each time with mechanical precision.

As soon as they reached the end, the vampire cadets collapsed onto the ground in unison, gasping like half-dead fish.

Throughout the run, sheer willpower had driven them forward; now that it was over, exhaustion hit them all at once. Their limbs trembled, their minds swam, and all sense of dignity evaporated—they sprawled on the track without a care.

Yavi was no exception. He clawed his way toward Chloe, only to see his goddess leaning lazily against the wall beside Anderson, both watching the stragglers still running with amused detachment.

Yavi: “…”

He grit his teeth, forcing himself upright, mimicking their calm stance as if he too were composed—though his legs trembled uncontrollably beneath him.

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Ren Yunying stood nearby, eyes fixed on her stopwatch, brows furrowed in silence.

Moments later, the werewolf leader stumbled across the finish line.

Face swollen, he marched up to the instructor and shouted, “Report! I demand to file a complaint—Chloe of the vampire clan assaulted a fellow trainee!”

Yavi’s patience snapped. In a hoarse voice, he barked, “You liar! You were the one who provoked her first!”

The werewolf chief glared venomously at him, clearly recognizing who he was. Pointing at his bruised face, he protested, “Instructor, this injury was inflicted by Chloe! I never fought back!”

At that, Chloe frowned slightly.

Her? Ridiculous. Surely he hadn’t even realized who actually hit him?

The vampire youths were furious but too drained to speak coherently. Their feeble groans sounded more like zombie growls than words, so they gave up altogether.

After hearing the werewolf’s complaint, Ren Yunying nodded and checked her clipboard.

“You’re Daniel, correct?”

Daniel straightened his back. “Yes, Instructor!”

Ren Yunying raised her eyes, her calm voice slicing through the air. “Good. Daniel, return to the track and run another lap.”

Both Daniel and Chloe froze in surprise.

Daniel burst out, “Why?! It was Chloe who attacked me!”

Crack!

Ren Yunying’s whip lashed the ground, the sound echoing like thunder.

Expressionless, she said coldly, “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your little tricks, just because I’m standing here?”

Daniel swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the whip.

Her tone turned razor-sharp. “The whip or another lap—choose.”

Daniel clenched his jaw, then turned and began running again.

Watching the whole scene, Chloe’s mood brightened instantly. When Ren Yunying’s gaze met hers, she raised a hand cheerfully. “Thank you, Instructor!”

She even made a heart with her fingers.

Ren Yunying: “…”

“One more word, and you’ll be running with him.”

Chloe immediately dropped her hand and started chatting with Anderson as if nothing had happened.

Ten minutes later, the remaining werewolves and elves finally crossed the finish line.

Their teammates watched in confusion as their leader continued to run laps.

Hadn’t he already finished? Why was he back on the track again?

Ren Yunying didn’t bother explaining.

After allowing a five-minute rest, she blew her whistle sharply, ordering everyone to form ranks.

Hands clasped behind her back, she surveyed them with a steely gaze. “Guess how long it took the fastest among you to finish.”

Everyone looked at one another, hesitant and silent, eyes shifting toward the two at the front—Chloe of the vampires, and Qin Huaibei of the humans.

Ren Yunying’s lashes lifted. She cracked her whip against the ground again, the sound like lightning.

“What’s wrong? Have you all lost your tongues?”

They began shouting guesses—twenty-four minutes, twenty-three, even ten.

The one who said ten was Yavi.

Ren Yunying shot him a warning glance, then barked, “All wrong!”

The field fell silent.

“Thirty minutes,” she declared, her tone grim. “A full five minutes slower than expected. That performance,” she paused, her eyes sweeping across the front row, “is utterly disgraceful.”

Chloe merely licked her sharp fangs, saying nothing.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Qin Huaibei lower his head, his expression heavy with disappointment.

Seriously? Was he blaming himself?

Chloe’s feelings grew complicated.

Ren Yunying’s voice cut through her thoughts, still scolding them for their pitiful results—declaring them the worst batch she had ever trained.

Chloe let the words drift in one ear and out the other, unfazed.

Finally, the instructor concluded coldly:

“From this moment on, none of you will be allowed to stay in the dormitories or eat in the cafeteria—until you can finish five kilometers in under twenty-three minutes.”