Devil Training Begins

"Attention!"

"At ease!"

Jace's commands rang out like the roar of a beast, and everyone could only obey properly, including Lena and Liu Chuang.

"Zhao Xin, Wei Zitong, step forward!" Jace continued to issue orders loudly.

Zhao Xin and Wei Zitong stepped forward three paces in unison, then came to attention.

"Everyone else, right face!" Jace roared, his eyes blazing. "Fifty thousand meters forward—run!"

The moment they heard "forward," everyone prepared to run, but upon hearing "fifty thousand meters," they nearly all tripped and fell!

Jace ignored them and said to Wei Zitong, "Wei Zitong, apply a weight-bearing status to Zhao Xin. No less than two hundred jin!"

Zhao Xin, who had just been celebrating the fact that he did not have to run fifty thousand meters, immediately went pale.

"Report!" Wei Zitong very properly raised a question. "Do you mean his total weight must be no less than two hundred jin, or that the added weight must be no less than two hundred jin?"

"Damn it, Zitong, don't screw me over!" Zhao Xin's face began turning green.

"Did I tell you to speak?" Jace shot Zhao Xin a fierce glare, frightening him into shrinking back as he repeatedly prayed in his heart, Please let it be total weight! Total weight!

But Jace's next words nearly gave him a mental breakdown. "The added weight must be no less than two hundred jin!"

Wei Zitong then turned to Zhao Xin and asked, "Xin Ye, how much do you weigh?"

Seeing Wei Zitong blink repeatedly, how could Zhao Xin not understand that he wanted him to report a lower number? He hurriedly answered, "One hundred jin!"

"One hundred thirty jin!" Jace declared decisively, making Zhao Xin nearly cough up blood on the spot. He could not help cursing inwardly, The hell? You're not Xin Ye—how do you know my weight?

Wei Zitong sighed helplessly and could only raise a hand toward Zhao Xin. "Zhao Xin's weight is no less than three hundred thirty jin!"

The moment Wei Zitong activated his ability, Zhao Xin felt as if a mountain were pressing down on him, nearly forcing him to his knees. Even lifting one foot was incredibly difficult!

But his body quickly adapted to the sensation of the added weight, and he gradually found it easier and easier. In less than half a minute, he could already run and jump.

Seeing that Zhao Xin had adapted to the added weight, Jace immediately roared, "Attention!"

Having witnessed Jace's combat prowess, Zhao Xin promptly stood properly and waited for Jace's next command.

"Right face!" Jace issued the command by the book. "One hundred thousand meters forward—run!"

Zhao Xin did not catch it at first and thought it was the same fifty thousand meters as everyone else. But when his brain registered the difference between "fifty" and "one hundred," he took a tumble, nearly knocking out his teeth with his three hundred thirty jin body weight!

Zhao Xin wanted to pretend he was injured, but when he saw Jace ignoring him, he could only grit his teeth, climb back up, and continue running. Fortunately, he heard Jace's follow-up: "Once you finish the hundred thousand meters, your training is over."

This was the first time since arriving at the field that Jace had not spoken in a roar, but Wei Zitong caught the implication in his words: those running fifty thousand meters were not done training for the day!

Wei Zitong had stayed behind solely to give Zhao Xin a weight-bearing Debuff, but for training, it was an extremely effective Buff. Compared to carrying logs or sandbags, this method of distributing weight evenly across the whole body trained all the muscles more thoroughly. It also gave Wei Zitong an excellent idea for dealing with enemies—what would happen if he directly gave an enemy a Debuff that added ten tons of weight? Especially airborne combat units like Demons...

It seemed he needed to gather more ideas on how to use his ability. Jace truly was talented, figuring out how to make use of his power so quickly. Wei Zitong followed Jace as he ran, pondering the matter.

The group that had started running first soon began to spread out.

Lena, with her Divine Body, and the physically powerful Ge Xiaolun and Liu Chuang formed the first tier.

Cheng Yaowen, whose physique was inferior to Ge Xiaolun's and Liu Chuang's, along with the regularly trained Du Qiangwei and Wuji Yi, formed the second tier.

Qilin, who had the weakest physique, and Rui Mengmeng, who had only recently joined Super Seminary and had a lower degree of genetic development, formed the third tier.

When they saw Zhao Xin still running as swiftly as ever, every footfall striking the ground with the heaviness of a war hammer beating a drum, they could not have been more envious.

"Damn, what kind of divine skill is Xin Ye training? How is every step so heavy?" Liu Chuang asked in surprise.

"Damn it, don't mention it. Zitong added two hundred jin of weight to me—how could my footsteps not be heavy?" Zhao Xin said with a bitter face. Then he ran ahead and joined the first tier.

"You can even do that?" Liu Chuang and Ge Xiaolun both shuddered.

"Good thing I didn't add weight when I was doing push-ups!" Liu Chuang said fearfully.

"You will after you finish running!" Jace's voice came from behind them, frightening the three who had already fallen into the second tier half to death!

Lena and Ge Xiaolun simultaneously turned unfriendly gazes toward Liu Chuang, making him instinctively slow down and fall back to run alongside Jace.

Seeing that Qilin and Rui Mengmeng were struggling to keep up, Wei Zitong deliberately slowed down, dropping behind Jace to run alongside them.

"Can you still hold on?" Wei Zitong asked softly.

"I can!" Qilin gritted her teeth and persevered, but sweat already covered her forehead, soaking her clothes and making her delicate figure stand out even more.

Wei Zitong was distracted for a moment. He sighed and secretly gave Qilin a Buff: "Weight no more than eighty jin." He could not reduce it too much, or there would be no training effect.

Qilin immediately felt her body lighten. She put too much force into her next stride and nearly fell, but Wei Zitong reacted quickly and grabbed her arm to steady her. The instant he touched her, he felt a slick, soft sensation that nearly made him reluctant to let go.

Qilin hurriedly pulled her arm back, her face flushing red. Lowering her head, she softly said, "Thank you."

Wei Zitong smiled gently, then turned to Rui Mengmeng and said, "Hello!"

"Hello, Senior!" Rui Mengmeng's expression was utterly sincere. "My name is Rui Mengmeng!"

"Wei Zitong!" Wei Zitong replied.

"Senior, you're so pretty!" Rui Mengmeng was a very straightforward girl, though her wording was somewhat inappropriate. Wei Zitong stumbled and nearly tripped over a stone on the road...

Qilin wanted to laugh but felt too embarrassed to do so, and had to struggle to hold it in.

"Since you've got a good eye, I've decided to give you a little help!" Wei Zitong said.

"What kind of help?" Rui Mengmeng asked, somewhat confused.

"Your weight shall not exceed eighty jin!" Wei Zitong said, staring at Rui Mengmeng.

"Huh?" Rui Mengmeng was even more confused. But the next instant, she suddenly felt the pressure on her body lessen drastically. She became light as a swallow, and like Qilin, she was unaccustomed to her body suddenly becoming so light. She used too much force and lost her balance.

Wei Zitong had been prepared and reached out to steady her, but Qilin was faster. She caught Rui Mengmeng while swatting away Wei Zitong's devilish hand, scolding angrily, "Get lost! Don't use that trick to prey on young girls!"

Good heavens! Wei Zitong cried inwardly, feeling utterly wronged. He only wanted to lend her a hand—how had that become preying on her?

Qilin ignored Wei Zitong's aggrieved expression and pulled Rui Mengmeng after the second group. However, Rui Mengmeng was ultimately an honest, good girl. Even as Qilin dragged her along, she turned back and shouted, "Thank you, Senior!"

Helpless, Wei Zitong could only speed up and follow them.

Du Qiangwei was somewhat surprised to see that Qilin and Rui Mengmeng had caught up as well, but when she saw Wei Zitong, she understood.

"He gave you a cheat, didn't he?" Du Qiangwei asked once Qilin caught up.

"Mm." Qilin nodded somewhat guiltily. She knew this was not quite right, but she could not bear to refuse Wei Zitong's kindness. Without his help, Rui Mengmeng and she would only be left farther and farther behind by the main group.

Du Qiangwei had no such reservations. Once Wei Zitong caught up, she said directly, "Give me one too!"

"Uh..." Wei Zitong hesitated for a moment, but ultimately agreed to Du Qiangwei's request. Just like Qilin and Rui Mengmeng, it was "your weight shall not exceed eighty jin."

Naturally, Du Qiangwei also lost her balance like Qilin and Rui Mengmeng had. Wei Zitong instinctively reached out to support her, but to his surprise, Du Qiangwei deliberately placed her wrist in his hand while deftly pushing aside Qilin's outstretched hand.

Everyone froze for a moment, including Cheng Yaowen and Wuji Yi, who had likewise fallen into the third group.

Wei Zitong looked extremely awkward. Holding Du Qiangwei's wrist, he did not know whether to let go or keep holding on, utterly unsure what to do.