Thirty Meters per Second

"What? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has a rule like that?" Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong in surprise.

Ning Rongrong was so beautiful—her neat, ear-length short hair, skin as soft and supple as lychee flesh, delicate features, height of around 1.65 meters, and perfectly proportioned figure all gave her an ethereal air.

Oscar swore that this time, he truly liked Ning Rongrong.

"Mm." Ning Rongrong nodded without hesitation.

"All right, I understand. Rong Rong, Ye Laoda, I... I'm going running." Looking dejected, Oscar turned and left.

"I finally got rid of him. Senior Brother, thank you." Ning Rongrong looked at Ye Feng gratefully, as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

"No need to thank me. It was nothing." Ye Feng smiled, then teasingly asked, "Junior Sister, isn't it a good thing when someone likes you? Why were you so eager to clear things up with him?"

"Idiot. Naturally, I didn't want someone to misunderstand." Ning Rongrong's face flushed slightly as she gazed at Ye Feng with unfocused eyes. Clearly, Ning Rongrong had feelings for Ye Feng. She had been so eager to distance herself from Oscar because she did not want Ye Feng to misunderstand.

"Who don't you want to misunderstand? Don't tell me you already have someone you like? Who is it? I'll go play matchmaker for you." Ye Feng asked curiously.

"Senior Brother, sometimes you're very smart, but other times you're as dumb as a pig." Ning Rongrong pouted and looked at Ye Feng resentfully. After a pause, she added, "Senior Brother, what is Flender thinking? He actually made me run twenty laps. That's simply an impossible task."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong walked over to a stone by the roadside and sat down.

Ye Feng was standing while Ning Rongrong was sitting. The two were fairly close. Since Ning Rongrong had just run a long way, she was drenched in sweat. Her clothes had been soaked through and clung to her body, revealing the figure that had begun to develop.

When Ning Rongrong did not hear Ye Feng reply, she raised her head and happened to see where he was looking. She then lowered her head to look at her chest, hurriedly shifted her body so that her back faced Ye Feng, and called out bashfully, her face flushed red, "Senior Brother, I'm asking you a question."

"Ahem."

Ye Feng coughed awkwardly twice and asked, "Junior Sister, what did you just ask me?"

"I asked what Flender is up to, making Oscar and me run twenty laps. We've only run twelve laps, and it's already time for lunch. There's no way we can finish. This is an impossible task. Forget it, I'm not running anymore. If he won't let me eat at the cafeteria, can't I just go into the city and buy something to eat?" Ning Rongrong stood up and smiled slyly.

"If you do that, you'll fall right into Flender's trap," Ye Feng said.

"A trap?"

Ning Rongrong turned around, looked at Ye Feng, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean Flender is deliberately messing with you. He could tell that you have the temperament of a young miss. There are five new students at Shrek Academy this time, and he just happened to use you as an example to establish his authority." Ye Feng explained in detail.

"Flender, how dare he bully the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect like this!" Ning Rongrong grew angry, planting her hands on her hips and pouting.

"He's also using this opportunity to cure your young miss temper. If I'm not mistaken, Flender must have investigated our personalities and backgrounds last night," Ye Feng speculated.

"So that's how it is. I was wondering why he didn't make anyone else run and specifically picked Oscar and me. So he was trying to mess with me." Ning Rongrong said angrily in a brooding tone.

"That's why, if you really stop running, you'll have fallen for Flender's scheme. Once you return from Suotuo City, he'll definitely seize on it as an excuse. For all we know, he may already be hiding somewhere and spying on you. Don't forget, his martial soul is the Four-Eyed Cat Eagle." Ye Feng reminded her again.

"Am I supposed to just obediently submit?" Ning Rongrong asked indignantly.

"Junior Sister, there's something I don't know whether I should say," Ye Feng said with an awkward smile.

"Say it," Ning Rongrong said.

"I think you should listen to him: no finishing the run, no food. To be honest, you're a little fat. You should lose some weight." Ye Feng smiled.

"Fat?"

Ning Rongrong froze. She recalled how Ye Feng had carried her on his sword flight last night. Back then, Ye Feng had also said that she was fat and ought to lose weight.

Hearing Ye Feng call her fat again, Ning Rongrong raised her soft little fist and moved to hit him. "You bastard! You're my Senior Brother, and you actually called me fat!"

Seeing Ning Rongrong's stance, how could Ye Feng dare remain there?

"Hahaha... Junior Sister, take your time running. Your Senior Brother is leaving first."

Ye Feng slipped away, dodged Ning Rongrong's fist, and vanished in a flash.

Ning Rongrong stood there angrily with her hands on her hips and her lips pursed. Only after Ye Feng's back was no longer in sight did she lower her head to look at her long, slender legs and waist, which was not at all bloated. Pinching her belly, she could only grasp a tiny bit of excess flesh. Pouting, she muttered softly, "It's only a little bit of extra flesh. I'm not fat."

Grrr.

Ning Rongrong's stomach rumbled with hunger, and she dearly wanted something to eat. Thinking of what the man she liked had just said, she gritted her teeth and did not go to Suotuo City to buy anything delicious. Instead, she obediently continued running.

"Ding dong!"

"Congratulations, you have overturned the original storyline and prevented Oscar from simping for Ning Rongrong. The impact is far-reaching. Reward: 66 distributable Attribute Points."

"Congratulations, you have overturned the original storyline and spurred Ning Rongrong on, preventing her from falling into Flender's trap. Reward: 9 distributable Attribute Points."

"System, open my personal attributes panel."

Name: Ye Feng.

Soul Power: Level 49.

Martial Souls: Xuanyuan Sword, Nine Heart Profound Tang, Eye of Hell.

Soul Rings: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Black.

Soul Ring Skills: Beast Blood Boiling, Ice Seal, Essence of Water, Mountain Collapse and Earth Crack.

Self-Created Soul Skill: Sword and Man as One (Beginner).

Domain: Sword Emperor Domain.

Additional Strength: 159.

Additional Agility: 140.

Additional Spirit: 10.

Additional Defense: 10.

Distributable Attribute Points: 193.

"What should I add next?"

Ye Feng looked at the holographic photon screen before his eyes and fell into a dilemma again. After several interventions and efforts, his distributable Attribute Points had now reached 193.

Distributable Attribute Points could increase additional attributes other than Soul Rings and the physical body. One point of Strength equaled ten jin, while ten points of Strength equaled one niu. The attack power unleashed by 159 points of Strength was close to sixteen niu.

Ten points of Agility could additionally increase one's movement speed by one meter per second. One hundred and forty points of Agility additionally increased movement speed by fourteen meters per second.

Now, as a level 49 Four Rings Soul Ancestor, with the system's additional 140 points of Agility, Ye Feng's movement speed had reached thirty meters per second.

Among all martial arts under heaven, nothing is unbreakable; only speed is invincible.

This famous maxim echoed in Ye Feng's mind.

"System, add all 193 distributable Attribute Points to Agility."