Running Circles Is the End

As Flander explained that they couldn't use their Martial Souls and Soul Power for this run, the Soul Masters could only rely on their own physical qualities.

As a power attack system Soul Master, Dai Mubai was naturally full of confidence in his body.

It was just like

"He's never been sick!"

Nan Xizi boasted to others.

At the same time, Zhu Zhuqing, who was confident in Qian Qiao, looked at Dai Mubai, who was smiling like a silly roe deer, and was also ashamed in her heart.

"Let's go!"

Qian Qiao said to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Yeah!"

Zhu Zhuqing also nodded.

The two started running together.

Although Zhu Zhuqing was an agility attack system Soul Master, it was well known that agility attack systems had an advantage in speed, but agility attack system Soul Masters were all compared in sprinting ability.

That is, the ability to burst speed in a short distance or a limited distance.

This also meant that agility attack system Soul Masters were the undisputed first in sprints, but for today's long-distance running test, agility attack systems did not have an advantage.

On the contrary, those with full toughness and endurance, such as power attack and defense types, would have a greater advantage.

But, it didn't matter, Zhu Zhuqing had Qian Qiao with her, so she just ran slowly.

Looking at Qian Qiao and Zhu Zhuqing, one agility attack system deliberately slowed down, and the other also adjusted his speed to match Zhu Zhuqing.

Although the two did not explicitly call each other lovers, in the eyes of outsiders, it was basically no different from showing affection.

"Third Brother, let's go too!"

Xiao Wu looked at Zhu Zhuqing and Qian Qiao, and was unwilling to be outdone, directly pulling Tang San's sleeve and running out.

And Tang San followed Xiao Wu's force and ran out.

So, on the Shrek's playground, Dai Mubai took the lead, followed by two pairs of affectionate little couples.

For a moment, he didn't know who would win.

"Damn it, Xiao Cui just broke up with me, I'm envious, jealous!"

Ma Hongjun looked at the two couples on the field, and envy and jealousy surged in his heart. He bit his clothes with his upper and lower rows of teeth and gritted his teeth.

"Let's go, Oscar, we brothers can't lose to them!"

Ma Hongjun pulled Oscar, but felt that Oscar was a little stuck and couldn't be pulled. But how could Oscar compare to Ma Hongjun in strength, so he was directly pulled away by Ma Hongjun.

"Um..."

Oscar agreed with Ma Hongjun on his lips, but in reality, his eyes were always fixed on Ning Rongrong, but he couldn't help but be pulled away by Ma Hongjun.

Ning Rongrong saw that no one was paying attention to her, so she also jogged, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Let's go!"

Shouzaki put his arm around Ryotaro's shoulder, acting like they were old friends.

"Okay."

Ryotaro nodded, and this baffling duo teamed up and ran off.

The sun gradually moved to the center of the sky.

Noon, twelve o'clock, is the hottest time of the day.

Under the intense sunlight, the entire sky seemed to be distorted by the intense solar rays.

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy, the Shrek students were still running on the dirt track.

If the initial hundred laps were just somewhat tiring training for these average Great Soul Masters.

Then, starting from the fiftieth lap, Zhao Wuji came to the edge of the field and began using his Soul Skills, applying gravity-based Soul Skills to the students present.

And with every ten additional laps, the pressure on them increased.

Gradually, Dai Mubai, who had been in the lead, slowly began to fall behind.

"Hah, Zhao Wuji, hah, really, damn it, hah!"

Dai Mubai panted heavily, feeling as if he were carrying a thousand pounds.

However, although Dai Mubai complained, his body honestly continued forward, after all, Dai Mubai had already run more than ninety laps.

Although Dai Mubai was behind, he believed that he would definitely be the first to finish!

So Dai Mubai rushed out again like a car with a full tank of gas.

"Aren't you going to compete with him for first place?"

Zhu Zhuqing rarely asked such a competitive question.

After all, in the eyes of girls, boys are all competitive.

"No need!"

Qian Qiao's answer was that he didn't need such things to prove himself, and Zhu Zhuqing understood in an instant upon hearing Qian Qiao's answer.

So Zhu Zhuqing fell silent again, and Qian Qiao silently followed beside Zhu Zhuqing, the two of them starting the last few laps at the same frequency and breathing.

And if one observed carefully, Zhu Zhuqing was covered in fragrant sweat, and her body sometimes uncontrollably leaned towards Qian Qiao, wanting to borrow Qian Qiao's body to get some rest, but Qian Qiao remained like a piece of wood, allowing Zhu Zhuqing to lean on him, but without saying a word.

This was because Zhu Zhuqing's body and consciousness subconsciously believed that the Qian Qiao beside her was reliable, which was why she was acting like this, perhaps Zhu Zhuqing hadn't even noticed it at this moment.

Behind the three were Tang San and Xiao Wu, but unlike the silent interaction between Zhu Zhuqing and Qian Qiao, Xiao Wu and Tang San were in a situation where Xiao Wu was constantly talking, and Tang San was listening.

Occasionally, Tang San would also chime in with an "uh-huh" or "ah."

After all, both of them were burdened with a layer of heavy pressure from Zhao Wuji's Soul Skills, and when Xiao Wu was out of strength, she would directly transfer the force on her body to Tang San.

This made Tang San, who was originally relaxed, even more uncomfortable.

In short, Tang San and Xiao Wu were just average.

Behind Tang San and Xiao Wu was Ma Hongjun, his tongue lolling out like an old dog about to be cooked by the heat.

"Ah, ha! How... how many more laps, ha!"

Ma Hongjun gasped for breath, his legs feeling like they were filled with lead, barely able to hold on.

But in reality, Ma Hongjun had only run a little over seventy laps, still quite a ways from the 100 laps.

But Ma Hongjun couldn't hold on any longer and was about to collapse at any moment.

Oscar, behind Ma Hongjun, was not in a hurry, because Oscar had just asked Dean Franky, and Franky said that normal Soul Masters run 100 laps, while support-type Soul Masters like them only need to run 80 laps, so Oscar, who had already run more than 70 laps, was full of confidence at the moment.

But the confident Oscar kept looking back from time to time while running, looking at the young lady Ning Rongrong, who had no strength left.

Because of the author's omission of the original plot, Crimson King automatically skipped the part where Ning Rongrong verbally attacked Franky, and then Franky scolded Ning Rongrong, and Ning Rongrong cried.

So at this moment, Ning Rongrong's tear stains had just dried, and she was jogging tremblingly with an unrefined face.

"I must... give him a piece of my mind!"

At this moment, Ning Rongrong's heart was full of anger towards Franky, but she didn't want to lose to anyone, so she had anger towards Franky in her heart, but her body still insisted on running.

Because Ning Rongrong wanted to use facts to prove that she was not the kind of vase that could only be looked at, Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and continued to run.

And in a place Ning Rongrong didn't know.

"Rongrong, this girl, has really grown up."

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong's performance and sighed, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School finally had a successor.

"Well, although this girl Ning Rongrong has really grown up, it seems that I have to thank this Dean Franky properly."

Sword Douluo said thanks, but the bulging veins on his face indicated that this was definitely the kind of thanks Tang Hao gave to Zhao Wuji.