Iron-Boned Oscar (Part 1)

But no one left. The older students were at their usual training time, especially Dai Mubai and Oscar, who had been personally singled out by Zhao Wuji. The new students wanted to see how Shrek taught.

Seeing that Dai Mubai and the others had not moved, Flander suddenly understood. "Teacher Zhao took the day off today, so go wherever you need to go."

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun slipped away at once, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Oscar's face immediately fell as he reluctantly walked over to Flander. Only when he saw Ning Rongrong come to stand beside him did his expression improve somewhat.

Of course, he would have been even happier if Wang Xiaofeng were not there being a third wheel.

Flander did not mind Tang San and the others watching. He said to Wang Xiaofeng, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong, "The first lesson the academy will teach you is how to use your martial souls, how to better preserve yourselves and support your comrades in future battles."

Wang Xiaofeng and Oscar had heard similar words countless times before. They nodded along noncommittally, while Ning Rongrong nodded in deep agreement.

The moment Wang Xiaofeng saw Flander's manner, he knew the man was about to start sweet-talking them.

Flander continued, "You are all support-type Soul Masters. Soul Masters like you need the protection of companions, whether on the battlefield or in daily life. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to survive. Wang Xiaofeng, tell me—how can a support-type Soul Master better protect himself on the battlefield?"

Knowing that Flander needed someone to play along, Wang Xiaofeng answered without hesitation, "Hide behind your teammates as much as possible, stay as far away from dangerous areas as possible, and run immediately when danger appears."

Flander smiled and nodded. "Therefore, Support System Soul Masters must have strong bodies. Today's lesson is physical training. Starting now, run twenty laps around the entire village. If you have not returned before lunch, then you will not be eating lunch. You may use your martial souls to assist yourselves. Now, set off. Wang Xiaofeng will lead the way."

"Got it." Wang Xiaofeng replied and took out the Heavy Armor he had not used in a long time from his Soul Tool.

Ever since Wang Xiaofeng had partnered with Dai Mubai to open a winery and make money, he had not used this Heavy Armor. Normally, he trained with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun under Zhao Wuji's gravity.

Unfortunately, Zhao Wuji was absent today. If it was just running, this amount of exercise was nothing more than a warm-up to him. It would not serve any training purpose at all.

"Oscar, take Ning Rongrong and start running first. I'll catch up to you in a bit." Wang Xiaofeng pointed at the Heavy Armor on the ground and spoke to Oscar.

The Heavy Armor was still the most basic ten-kilogram version, which had long since become unsuitable. Wang Xiaofeng planned to add some weight to it.

Besides, wasn't this the perfect chance to give Oscar and Ning Rongrong some time alone?

"Good brother!" Oscar's expression instantly changed from resentful to excited, and he secretly gave Wang Xiaofeng a thumbs-up.

Although Ning Rongrong was also curious about what Wang Xiaofeng wanted to do, she could ask later. For now, she should complete the academy's assignment first. Thus, she left with Oscar.

Wang Xiaofeng looked troubledly at the Fine Iron Block in his hand, comparing it against the Heavy Armor again and again, but he simply could not attach it. I should've asked for an instruction manual.

"Xiaofeng, let me help you." Tang San, who had been watching from the side and could no longer bear it, took the Fine Iron Block from Wang Xiaofeng's hand and installed it in just a few moves.

However, Tang San was greatly surprised by the weight of the entire Heavy Armor. The Fine Iron Block in his hand alone weighed fifteen kilograms, and there were three such blocks on the armor.

Wang Xiaofeng put on the entire set of Heavy Armor and moved around a little. Finding no major problems, he smiled at Tang San. "Xiao San, you really helped me out."

"You're... training with extra weight?" Tang San asked hesitantly.

"That's right. Running by itself no longer has any training effect on me." Wang Xiaofeng bounced on the spot, waved at Tang San and Xiao Wu, then headed off in Oscar's direction.

"Xiao San, why are all the Shrek students so... strange?" Xiao Wu stared dumbfoundedly at Wang Xiaofeng's departing figure. Even for her, that kind of weight would be a huge burden, yet Wang Xiaofeng looked as though it was only just right for him.

"I don't know." Tang San could not give her an answer either. He had always felt that Wang Xiaofeng gave off a different feeling from everyone else.

Meanwhile, as Wang Xiaofeng chased after Oscar and Ning Rongrong, sparks of a different sort had begun to fly between the two.

"Oscar, exactly how far is one lap?" Ning Rongrong's voice was full of helplessness. She had thought that given Shrek's size, one lap would only be around a kilometer. Yet after running for so long, they had not even seen Shrek's gates.

If they continued at this pace, never mind lunch—it was questionable whether they would even make it back in time for dinner.

Oscar gave a bitter smile. "I said when we first came out that this was simply an impossible task. But don't be afraid. With two support-type Soul Masters together, are we really going to worry about going hungry? Want some of my Sausage?"

Ning Rongrong shot him a glare. That one look left Oscar's entire body weak and numb, and he could barely hold the Sausage he had just summoned.

Ning Rongrong looked disdainfully at the Sausage in Oscar's hand and suddenly said something incredibly fierce. "Old Mom still has two slices of Thick Bread. Eat your own damn head."

In an instant, the goddess-like image Oscar had of Ning Rongrong was utterly shattered.

After saying that, Ning Rongrong summoned her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. With an agility boost added to herself, her speed abruptly increased as she ran forward. However, she was heading in the direction of Suotuo City.

"So this is what a Soul Master from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is like? Looks like nothing special after all." A casual voice came from behind Ning Rongrong.

"What did you say?!" Ning Rongrong stopped and glared angrily at Oscar. She never could have imagined that Oscar, who had always obeyed her every word, would dare say such things to her.

"You can't even endure this little bit of training. If the Soul Masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are only this capable, then you should leave the academy and go back to being your young miss." Oscar ate the Sausage in his hand and ignored Ning Rongrong's furious embarrassment as he began running on his own.

He was no longer the Oscar of two years ago. He was a man who would become a Food-Type Titled Douluo.

Although Ning Rongrong was beautiful and had an excellent temperament, perfectly matching his standards for a partner, her personality was unfortunately not suitable for him.

Ning Rongrong angrily watched Oscar run farther and farther away. She simply could not tolerate others slandering the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The more she thought about it while standing there, the angrier she became. Clenching her fists, she chased after Oscar.

Half an hour later, Wang Xiaofeng caught up with them. However, looking at the furious Ning Rongrong and the absent-minded Oscar, it was obvious that something interesting had happened between them. Still, he felt too embarrassed to ask, so the three of them continued running in silence.