9 The Demon King 6yr

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On the muddy sand field, a lonesome figure was running about.
Despite it being a running track made of cinders, the figure ran barefooted on it, enduring the pain of objects digging into the flesh while carrying a heavy armour weighing beyond a hundred kilograms on their back. This could no longer be regarded as a type of training but could only be considered a type of punishment.
Water has been sprinkled on the cinder road. The ashes may no longer rise up from the running about, but instead, it turned into a mud filled with ill will. The smooth foot from before was now full of wounds.
Every few hundred meters of running, the slim figure would fall down once. Even when the body was full of wounds and mud, the young lady will struggle up and head forward once again, then…
Fall down once again…
Fresh blood was flowing from both her feet, forming a bright red line on the cinder path.
To the young lady, the physical pain she was suffering was nothing. The thing that truly hurt to endure was the piercing glare from her peers.
All the passer-by couldn't bear such a sight but no one walked forward to stop her.
This was because everything happened on the ground of Sulfur City's