"Oscar, just how far is this lap?" Ning Rongrong's voice carried a hint of helplessness.
At the beginning, she had been brimming with confidence. Although she was a support-type Soul Master, her father had always required her to train her body at home, and what he said was almost exactly the same as what Flander had said earlier.
Therefore, her physical condition was not poor. Though she could not compare to a Battle Soul Master, her long-term training had not only given her a healthy physique, but also made her especially good at running.
However, since leaving the academy, Ning Rongrong had yet to complete even one lap under Oscar's lead, and quite some time had already passed. If they continued at this pace, never mind noon—even whether they would get dinner was a problem. Moreover, their stamina was constantly declining, so it was impossible to maintain this speed forever.
Oscar smiled bitterly. "I said when we came out that this was simply an impossible task. But don't worry. With two support-type Soul Masters together, are we really afraid of going hungry? Want to eat some...?"
Ning Rongrong glanced at him. Though she was still young, her soft, charming gaze carried a touch of allure. Oscar's bones seemed to go weak under her look. With a chuckle, he lowered his voice as if presenting a treasure. "I have a big sausage."
With a flash of light, a fragrant sausage appeared in his hand, which he offered to Ning Rongrong.
"My sausage's first soul ring skill is recovery. It can not only promote wound healing, but also restore stamina. Have some. With my sausages supporting us, forget twenty laps—even two hundred laps would not leave us worrying about food."
Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar strangely, then suddenly said something incredibly fierce.