"操！"李明对着空气骂了一句，疼得他眼前直冒黑烟。他终于挣扎着支起身，一屁股瘫坐在地上，大口喘着粗气。浑身像散了架一样，骨头缝里都透着一股子酸爽。

room number four, this bitch really went all out. He cursed inwardly, remembering the scene from last night. He and a few classmates had been gambling on a underground fighting competition. A bet gone wrong had landed him in this stupid stupid training session. According to the old man in charge, this was to "temper the body and refine the soul." In other words, beat the shit out of you until you learned your lesson.

Lying on the cold stone floor, Lü Ming cursed again. He really didn't want to come to this place. His life had been pretty good so far. Born into a wealthy family, enjoying the good life, what more could he ask for? Yet here he was, being tortured for some stupid bet.

He slowly got up, wobbled for a bit, then practically fell into a nearby puddle of water. "Ugh," he groaned, wiping the grime from his face with his hand to only get more grime. This place was disgusting. Mud, blood, and who knows what else was floating in those disgusting puddles.