The two individuals were stumped by Nathan Foster's words and didn't know how to respond.
Nathan Foster scanned everyone in the room, then coldly said:
"Team One, get down and do push-ups!"
Team One was Chester Lynch's team, and at that moment, the team members were all looking at each other.
Not saying how many, are they going to practice until they drop?
"Instructor, how many should we do? There should be a number."
"However many I do, that's how many you'll do. Whoever endures until the end won't have to train anymore from today onwards; you've completed the task." Nathan Foster said while looking at them.
"What if we don't endure until the end?"
"If you don't endure until the end, just shut your mouth." Nathan Foster's voice was very faint, but within that faint voice was boundless coldness.
When everyone got down, Nathan Foster also joined them.
Only then did everyone notice what was different about Nathan Foster's push-ups compared to everyone else's.
