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"Your task this afternoon is to run in circles in these iron suits until the bell rings!"
"You can use soul power, but you can't use soul skills. Do you understand?"
Every student put on an iron suit, and as soon as they put them on, their faces turned pale. Even Wang Dong, who had the highest cultivation level in the class, turned pale.
Huo Yuhao shook his body and estimated that this piece of iron armor weighed at least thirty kilograms.
But he didn't feel anything. In the past, he often ran around carrying things weighing fifty or sixty kilograms. This iron armor was not a burden to him.
Zhou Yi said loudly: "Don't think of this as a burden, think of it as a training."
"I know that there are differences between boys and girls, and between offensive and auxiliary types, but on the battlefield, the enemy will treat you all equally."
"Now, take your physical training to heart. Do you understand?"
Seeing that the students in the freshman class were still hesitating and no one answered, Zhou Yi looked unhappy and scolded again: "Did you understand?"
This roar carried a trace of soul power, and the students shuddered and stammered, "I understand... I understand..."
"I understand, why don't you go now!"
Zhou Yi opened all six rings at once, and a terrifying aura came over him. The students shuddered and ran to the playground.
Zhou Yi angrily looked at the students who started running in circles and said to herself, "Screaming is more effective."
Having just finished running a hundred laps in the morning, the students in the freshman class began their hellish training in the afternoon. They were in great pain.
Huo Yuhao maintained a relatively fast and even pace, running ahead of the main group.
He loves running, and the simple movements of the limbs constitute this enduring sacred sport of mankind.
After awakening his soul power, his physical strength surpassed that of ordinary people, and he could run farther and farther.
The White Tiger Duke's Mansion is fifty miles away from the center of Xingluo City.
Before Huo Yuhao went to find his cheap father Dai Hao to ask for an explanation, the mother and son were being oppressed and their living conditions were very poor.
It was impossible to steal money from the Duke's Mansion. If Huo Yuhao wanted to improve his life, he could only secretly go to the city to earn some money, then use the money to buy some sundries and bring it back to give to Huo Yun'er.
The round trip was a hundred miles, but Huo Yuhao sneaked out in the afternoon and was able to run back before midnight.
In less than a year, he didn't know how many hundreds of miles he had run.
After becoming a bastard, he also took regular long-distance running as part of his practice.
"I say... why are you so strong? Aren't you only level 11?"
Huo Yuhao felt someone was talking to him, so he turned his head and looked to the side. It was Wang Dong. He and Huo Yuhao were running side by side, at the front of the team, already one lap ahead of the last student.
Huo Yuhao said casually: "Brother Hao has been exercising since he was young and eating on time, so of course his health is good."
Wang Dong said: "By the way, is your martial soul your eyes? Your true martial soul?"
“Of course.” Huo Yuhao thought of the wings behind Wang Dong when he released his martial spirit. “What is your martial spirit? A giant fluttering moth?”
Wang Dong: "...This is the most beautiful beast martial spirit on the continent, the Goddess of Light Butterfly! What's your attitude?"
“The Goddess of Light Butterfly?” Huo Yuhao said disdainfully, “Are you a man or a woman? Why not the Male God of Light Butterfly?”
"You——" Wang Dong said angrily, "Don't you think my martial spirit is beautiful?"
“It is very beautiful.” Huo Yuhao did not deny this. “But does that mean I have to bow down to it in astonishment just because it is beautiful?”
“I’m not going to pay any attention to you!” Wang Dong was very angry at his indifferent attitude. He quickened his pace and distanced himself from Huo Yuhao.
"Little brats are childish..."
Huo Yuhao muttered something and did not chase after him, maintaining his own speed.
The long running process was full of torment. Fatigue, heavy weights, stuffiness, boredom...all tortured these 11 or 12-year-old children.
But Huo Yuhao didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Tired - He had plenty of energy and was maintaining a reasonable pace that he could sustain for a long time.
Carrying a weight - a thirty-pound iron suit is nothing to him.
Stuffy - the coldness in his body made him not feel the heat, and he even sweated only a little.
Boring... Not to mention, everyone else could only run around in silence, but he was always chatting with Tianmeng in the sea of spirituality.
At this moment, Tianmeng was rolling on the snow like a child, talking excitedly.
"Butterfly~Butterfly~"
She stopped rolling and picked up an ice stick, using it as a pen, and drew something on the snow.
"What are you doing..."
Huo Yuhao asked speechlessly.
Tian Meng has been in such a silly and happy mood ever since Wang Dong displayed his martial spirit in the morning.
Tian Meng used his ice stick to draw on the snow, outlining a fat white ice silkworm.
She continued to paint, adding a pair of large butterfly wings on the ice silkworm's back.
Huo Yuhao does not need to lose consciousness and can completely enter the sea of spiritual sea to see the scenes in the sea of spiritual sea.
He asked, "Tianmeng, what are you drawing?"
"It's a butterfly~ It's a butterfly~"
Tian Meng answered excitedly: "There is such a legend circulating among our Ice Silkworm Clan."
"As long as we practice for a certain number of years, we will be able to usher in a great evolution."
"After evolution, we will no longer be ice silkworms, but will become a beautiful butterfly."
"Butterfly~Butterfly~"
Huo Yuhao really didn’t want to dampen her enthusiasm, but he still poured cold water on her and said, “Tian Meng, forget it. This legend must be fake.”
"Eh...why?" Tian Meng was a little unwilling.
"Two reasons. First, you have been practicing for a million years. You must be the longest-lived among the Ice Silkworm Clan. Have you evolved into a butterfly now?"
"No..." Tian Meng said in a low voice.
In fact, she had already known for a long time that the legend of turning into a butterfly was just a lie to deceive the silkworms.
"There is another reason." Huo Yuhao continued, "Besides, even if a silkworm can evolve after breaking out of its cocoon, it will only evolve into a large fluttering moth. How can it become a butterfly?"
Tianmeng: "..."
The same amount of time seems unusually long during boring running.
Only an hour and a half had passed, but the students in the freshman class felt as if a century had passed.
bump--
Snapped--
Students kept stopping, unable to hold on, and either fell, lay down, or sat on the playground.
They were all sweating and panting.
The sweat wet the ground and quickly evaporated in the sun.
There are only a dozen students who still insist on running.
Wang Dong also felt that he was reaching his limit, and his feet were very sore.
He looked up and suddenly saw Huo Yuhao not far ahead.
Huo Yuhao was clearly in front of him, but he was looking at him and walking backwards in a strange manner.
Wang Dong rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had seen it wrong.
Huo Yuhao put his hands in his pockets and walked leisurely and leisurely. It seemed that he was moving forward, but in fact he was moving backwards.
It was the same strange pace he had shown as he crossed the finish line in the morning.
Wang Dong forced himself to run up and asked, "What position are you in?"
“Space Walk.” Huo Yuhao snapped his fingers and said with a smile, “Want to learn? I’ll teach you.”
"Maybe next time... I don't have the strength anymore..."
After Wang Dong finished speaking, he could no longer hold on and sat down on the ground.
Pass--
Pass--
There were several more sounds of falling not far away. In the entire playground, Huo Yuhao was the only student still standing.
Chapter 39 Everyone's eyes on the squad leader
Zhou Yi frowned as she looked at the students lying all over the playground.
She has now begun to restrain herself and no longer expel students at will like she did in the past, but she is very dissatisfied with the performance of these students.
Without punishment, these students would basically not run at full strength. They would sit down to rest when they felt their strength was almost depleted. They are far from reaching their limits.
Many students still have a lot of energy left in their bodies.
Zhou Yi snorted. If she followed her usual routine and threatened to expel the last-ranked student at the beginning, how could they dare to relax?
If Huo Yuhao knew what she was thinking now, he would definitely sneer at her.
The last-in-last elimination system has almost no effect in this situation, because only the bottom few students will compete with each other, and the competition between them will not affect other students at all. It is better to just work hard when you need to and rest when you need to.
Zhou Yi turned her gaze to Huo Yuhao and nodded with satisfaction. He was the only person standing on the playground.
Huo Yuhao's physical condition was beyond her expectations. Not only was he still standing, but his breathing was steady and he wasn't sweating much. It seemed that his physical strength was far from reaching its limit.
What does it mean that he keeps walking backwards?
Zhou Yi was wondering when she suddenly saw Huo Yuhao walk to the middle of the students, and she watched his next move quietly.
Huo Yuhao slid backwards with smooth moonwalks, attracting the curious gazes of many students.
The moonwalk looks cool and easy, but it requires a lot of leg strength. Huo Yuhao maintains this backward sliding posture, which is no less effective than running.
But it was really handsome, and these students, who were only eleven or twelve years old, were attracted by the magical dance steps.