Do You Want Some?

"Mm, yes."

Jiang Ming answered honestly.

There was no need to hide it. Both of his Martial Souls were rather special; comparatively speaking, the Golden Heart Martial Soul held fewer secrets.

"Gasp—so it really is! The academy has struck gold!"

Although she had been prepared for it, Zhou Yi still could not help but feel delighted.

A Body Martial Soul of this caliber was exceedingly rare—not just at Shrek Academy, but likely even within the Body Sect, which had been founded upon Body Martial Souls!

"Mm, good. Very good!"

Zhou Yi nodded, her gaze burning brightly, then continued.

"All right, that's enough. Go out and run laps too. You have the same time as them: one hundred laps, not one less!"

Jiang Ming blinked, a trace of confusion in his eyes, but he quickly understood.

Well then, so everyone had to run!

And the teacher had said he had the same amount of time as everyone else, but nearly ten minutes had already passed. The same time as the others?

Was this some kind of punishment?

Jiang Ming raised a brow but said nothing. Turning around, he ran out in just a few strides.

By the time Jiang Ming came out, the other students had already completed several laps. Yao Haoxuan, who had come out first, had already run more than ten laps and was far in the lead.

Second place was Jiang Ming's roommate, Dai Yueheng, who had also completed around ten laps. He had run dozens of laps that morning and could still keep going now. Mm, his stamina was pretty good.

Jiang Ming stretched his body and began to run.

The moment he started, Jiang Ming immediately picked up speed!

A hundred laps was stressful for the other students. Even with Soul Power, if they ran too fast, the thirty thousand meters would exhaust them badly!

But Jiang Ming had no such concerns.

His physical condition had already reached the level of a Soul Ancestor with a top-tier Beast Martial Soul! Comparable to a Soul King! And his Level 38 Soul Power was far beyond that of these freshmen around him, who had only just passed Level 20.

What was more, his Martial Soul was the Golden Heart!

When it came to running, this Martial Soul's advantage was anything but ordinary!

First lap, fifty seconds!

That was already fast enough to surpass most of the students on the field.

Second lap, forty seconds!

That was already the fastest speed Dai Yueheng and the others could manage!

Third lap, thirty seconds!

By then, Jiang Ming's speed had surpassed everyone else!

And not only that—after reaching that speed, Jiang Ming was not even flushed or out of breath, maintaining it with ease!

As a result, while others ran one lap, Jiang Ming ran two!

In truth, Jiang Ming could go even faster, but that would require using some of his Martial Soul's abilities.

"Damn, this guy is that fast?!"

"Are you kidding me? Running at that speed, isn't he afraid he'll collapse from exhaustion before finishing a hundred laps and get expelled?!"

"Wow, he's so handsome~"

Across the three-hundred-meter Shrek Plaza, the freshmen began talking among themselves as they watched Jiang Ming run so quickly.

"Hmph, he just likes showing off! At this rate, he'll collapse before even reaching a hundred laps!"

"So the tough guy who got into a fight on his first day really is formidable! Still, if he shows off like this but fails to finish a hundred laps and gets expelled, that would be such a pity."

Some scoffed, while others made sarcastic remarks. The freshmen all had their own opinions about Jiang Ming's actions.

Dai Yueheng, who was still running, heard all of it.

He said nothing and simply continued running in silence.

He knew Jiang Ming's strength. Failing to finish a hundred laps was impossible!

Getting expelled?

If even that freak who had three purple Thousand-Year Soul Rings at twelve years old got expelled, then what did that make him? What did that make everyone in this plaza?

Jiang Ming heard the voices around the plaza as well, but he had no intention of paying attention to them.

There was no reason to.

Allowing other people's words to interfere with oneself was an extremely foolish thing to do!

Lap after lap passed, and before he knew it, Jiang Ming had already completed over ninety laps.

Meanwhile, those who had wanted to see Jiang Ming fail to finish a hundred laps from exhaustion had only completed sixty or seventy laps, and judging by their condition, they were worse off than Jiang Ming.

"Three laps left."

Jiang Ming counted silently. Upon reaching a certain spot, his speed increased once again!

Three laps, nearly a thousand meters, completed in a single minute!

That speed left every freshman in the plaza dumbfounded!

Even Dai Yueheng, who thought he already understood Jiang Ming's strength, was stunned!

"Just how strong is this guy's physique?!"

After completing a hundred laps, Jiang Ming had wanted to return to the classroom and continue reading. But after looking at the students in the plaza and then at the teacher, who had come out of the classroom wearing an odd expression, Jiang Ming shook his head. He went over to a shaded spot and took out a foldable table and chairs from his Storage Soul Tool.

After setting out the table and chairs, Jiang Ming looked at the blazing sun overhead and thought for a moment. He then took out an Ice Pattern Melon, cut it into convenient bite-sized pieces with a fruit knife, and placed them on the table. After that, he took out the book on Soul Tools he had been reading in the classroom and continued reading.

Seeing this, the freshmen, who had already been shocked, now felt utterly numb!

Are you even human?!

Even Dai Yueheng, who had spent one night and half a day with Jiang Ming already, nearly lost his breath rhythm at this sight. His running cadence was almost interrupted!

"No, no, don't look at him. I can't look at him!"

Dai Yueheng gave himself a mental buff to pretend he could not see him. His face, already dotted with fine beads of sweat, was filled with determination as he steadied his rhythm and continued running.

More than ten minutes later, Dai Yueheng finally finished second, even two laps ahead of Yao Haoxuan, who had come out earlier.

After finishing, Dai Yueheng glanced at the teacher not far away, then at Jiang Ming, who was sitting in the shade eating melon and reading. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he walked toward Jiang Ming.

At that moment, Jiang Ming had just finished a chapter of the book and gained a clearer understanding of the structure of Soul Cannonballs.

If he made that Soul Cannonball now, the success rate should be around seventy percent.

Jiang Ming tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table as he calculated inwardly.

A seventy percent success rate was already quite high, but he had blown up several attempts in a row before, and his prepared materials were running low. It would be better to play it safer!

After all, blowing up one Core Magic Array cost several dozen Gold Soul Coins!

"You... do you have to work this hard? We're still in the middle of the assessment."

Dai Yueheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked up to Jiang Ming. Looking at the slice of melon in Jiang Ming's hand, which clearly looked delicious, cool, and refreshing, his throat bobbed involuntarily.

"Assessment? Haven't I already finished running?"

Jiang Ming asked in confusion.

"Uh..."

Dai Yueheng did not know what to say. After all, Jiang Ming seemed to have a perfectly valid point, but the sight of everyone else sweating it out on the field while he sat off to the side eating melon and reading was really a little...

"Do you want some?"

Jiang Ming reached out, picked up a piece of Ice Pattern Melon from the table, and held it out to Dai Yueheng.