During the afternoon class, Zhou Yi stood on the playground and looked sternly at the one hundred freshmen-like students.
"Your task this afternoon is to run around 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 coat. As soon as he put it on, his face turned ugly. 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 clothing weighed at least thirty kilograms.
But he didn't feel anything. In the past, he often carried things weighing fifty or sixty pounds while running around. This iron coat 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 among you, there are differences between boys and girls, and there are differences between the offensive type and the auxiliary type. But on the battlefield, the enemy will only treat you equally."
"Now, please keep your physical training in mind, do you understand?"
Seeing that the students in the freshman class were still dilly-dallying and no one answered, Zhou Yi looked unhappy and scolded again: "Do you understand?"
This roar carried a hint of soul power, and the students all trembled and hesitated: "Listen...I understand..."
"I understand, why don't you go quickly!"
Zhou Yi opened all six rings, and a terrifying momentum came over him. The students shuddered and ran towards the playground one after another.
Zhou Yi angrily looked at the students who started running in circles, and said to herself: "Yelling people is still effective."
They had just finished running 100 laps in the morning, and started hell training again in the afternoon. The students in the first class of freshmen just felt like they were complaining endlessly.
Huo Yuhao maintained a fast and even speed and ran in front of the large army.
He likes running very much, and the simple changes of his limbs constitute this long-lasting sacred sport for mankind.
After awakening his soul power, his physical strength exceeded 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 the cheap dad Dai Hao to investigate, it was the time when the mother and son were suppressed and their living conditions were very poor.
It was impossible to steal the money from the Duke's Palace. If he wanted to improve his life, Huo Yuhao could only sneak into the city to earn some small money, then use the small money to buy some sundries and return them to Huo Yun'er.
This round trip is a hundred miles, but Huo Yuhao sneaks out in the afternoon and can run back before midnight.
In less than a year, he didn’t know how many hundred miles he had run.
After becoming a concubine, he also made regular long-distance running part of his training.
"I said...why do you have so much physical strength? Aren't you only at Level 11?"
Huo Yuhao felt someone was talking to him and turned to look to the side. It was Wang Dong. He and Huo Yuhao advanced side by side, running at the front of the team, already one lap ahead of the classmates at the end.
Huo Yuhao said casually: "Brother Hao has been exercising since he was a child and eating on time. Of course he will be in good health."
Wang Dong said: "By the way, are your martial arts your eyes? Your true martial soul?"
"Of course." Huo Yuhao thought of the wings on Wang Dong's back when he released his martial spirit, "What is your martial spirit? A big fluttering moth?"
Wang Dong: "...This is the most beautiful beast spirit on the continent, the goddess of light, Butterfly! What kind of attitude do you have!"
"Bright Goddess Butterfly?" Huo Yuhao said disdainfully, "Are you a man or a woman? Why not the Light Goddess 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 it is so beautiful that I should be surprised and worship it?"
"Ignore you!" Wang Dong was so angry at his indifferent attitude that he sped up and distanced himself from Huo Yuhao.
"Little brats are just naive..."
Huo Yuhao muttered and did not catch up, but still maintained his own speed.
The long process of running laps is full of suffering, exhaustion, weight, sweltering, boring... all tortured these eleven or twelve-year-old children.
But Huo Yuhao didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Exhaustion - He has plenty of energy and maintains a reasonable pace that can last for a long time.
The weight - thirty kilograms of iron clothing is nothing to him.
Stifling heat - the cold air in his body made him not feel hot, and he only sweated a little.
Boring... Not to mention, others could only run away with their heads down, but he had been chatting with Tianmeng in the sea of spirit.
At this moment, Tian Meng was rolling around on the snow like a child, talking excitedly.
"Butterfly~Butterfly~"
She stopped rolling and picked up a stick made of ice as a pen, drawing something on the snow.
"What are you doing..."
Huo Yuhao asked speechlessly.
Ever since Wang Dong showed off his martial arts spirit in the morning, Tianmeng had been acting like this silly and happy.
Tian Meng used an ice stick to draw on the snow, outlining a white and fat ice silkworm.
She continued to write and added a pair of large butterfly wings on the ice silkworm's back.
Huo Yuhao did not need to lose consciousness and completely entered the spiritual sea to see the scene in the spiritual sea.
He asked: "Tianmeng, what are you drawing?"
"It's a butterfly~ It's a butterfly~"
Tian Meng replied excitedly: "There is such a legend circulating among our Ice Silkworm clan."
"As long as we practice for a certain number of years, we can usher in a great evolution."
"After evolving, 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, "Tianmeng, forget it, this legend must be false."
"Eh... why?" Tianmeng was a little unwilling.
"Two reasons. First, you have been practicing for millions of years. You must be the longest-lived among the ice silkworms. Have you evolved into a butterfly now?"
"No..." Tian Meng was a little low.
In fact, she had known for a long time that the legend of turning into a butterfly was simply a lie.
"There is a second reason." Huo Yuhao continued, "Besides, even if the silkworm can evolve after breaking out of the cocoon, it will evolve into a giant moth. How can it be a butterfly?"
Tian Meng: "..."
The same time is extremely long during a boring run.
It has only been an hour and a half, but the students in the first class of freshmen feel as if a century has passed.
bump--
Snapped--
There were students who stopped constantly, unable to hold on, falling down, lying down, or sitting on the playground.
They were all sweating and panting.
Sweat wet the ground and quickly evaporated in the sun.
There are only a dozen students who are still running.
Wang Dong also felt that he was reaching his limit and his feet were extremely sore.
He glanced up and suddenly saw Huo Yuhao not far ahead.
Huo Yuhao was obviously in front of him, but he was looking at him and walking backwards with a strange movement.
Wang Dong rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had seen it wrong.
Huo Yuhao put his hands in his pockets and walked gracefully. He seemed to be moving forward, but in fact he was constantly retreating.
It was the uncanny pace he displayed as he crossed the finish line in the morning.
Wang Dongqiang ran up and asked: "You...what's your posture?"
"Moonwalk." Huo Yuhao snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "Want to learn? I'll teach you."
"Next time...I have no strength..."
After Wang Dong finished speaking, he could no longer hold his feet and sat down on the ground.
Pass--
Pass--
There were several more falls not far away, and Huo Yuhao was the only student left standing on the entire playground.
